Central Cee - Christmas Freestyle lyrics

The mandem celebrate Eid
The trap still runnin' on Christmas day
Three hundred and sixty
Somethin' consecutive days
You can out rap me,  you can't out trap me
Look
The mandem quick to react like Kai Cenat
I don't like to brag, but fuck it
I'm the king of this UK ting
And I fly the flag that's that
Check the numbers and the stats, at the most
I book an Uber for these hoes
And I don't buy them bags

Nike Tech to the BFA 'cause I CBA
I abbreviate i do me, they re-create
I ain't evеn mad, appreciate it
The bеat is hot, I can't mediate it
It's radiating, when the opps die, I
Hope the pain's really excruciatin', pussies
Huh g17, it's a new plate
Shotgun, that's my nan's age
Holdin' it down right now, I'm civilised
But one call and I'm causing an outrage
Can't even trust my family
Feelin' to kill everyone but the fan base
Told the labels that if they want me
I need the same deal as Ariana Grande
Hit man in the top, I'm good in my aim
Rap boy on a footballers wage
If it ain't 'bout money, don't text me
I don't wanna communicate one hundred M
Lyrical Lemonade and it weren't just
Cole that was ready to shoot that day, uh
CEO, I live up to my name, to get bro back
I give up all the fame
I pick your phone and I'm on holiday
The trap still runnin' man, T, go bae
Hurts me hard that I'm seein' my dargs so
Hard when I know there's a easier way
I couldn't afford to date, it
Was chicken shop like Amelia, aitch
I ain't changed
I just made some change and my
Friends don't see me the same
My girl get money as well, if
We go out to eat, she don't need me to pay
Work hard, I need me a break
Only rest that I get is when
I sleep on the plane
Every dog has his day, it's true, but I'm
Blessed so you never see me complain, nah
Alright, my darg do a man obnoxiously
Stuck in your head subconsciously
I'm not in my bag yet, I'm still loadin'
Twenty percent, I'm not complete
Somehow still tryna find my feet on land, but
I feel like I'm lost at sea, uh
Don't shoot the messenger
Eatin' good like Bismillah
Both at the rap, the trap established
Them boy cap like replica
Diamonds dance like Usher, Raymond
Stacks same size as Hasbulla
Bitch sell white like Macklemore
Get on my knees and talk to god
And tellin' the things I'm thankful for
I got too much sympathy (Why?)
I feel bad for the man that switched on me
I told them I was 'bout to blow
They were lookin' at me with disbelief
You got a bullet with your name on it
It's Christmas time that's a gift from me

Merry Christmas