Central Cee - Entrapreneur lyrics

Do you know what? The trap still running
It's never turnin' off
Different product, same hustle mentality
The only difference is you pay taxes on it
And feds can't kick off your door
(We put the trap in entrepreneur)

We was flyin' up O with white
We was buildin' lines
Now it's clothing lines
I sell tees and my darg sell T's as well
But his ain't got no design

One-one-eighty for the tracksuit
Go somewhere else if it's overpriced
New genеration don't know how to trap 'cause
They all getting high off thеir own supply

Trap trap house in the woods where
The bando's haunted, it's supernatural
Poltergeist
Witnessed things that I wish that I didn't
Like crackheads overdose then die

Bad B's curvin' the kid back then
When I weren't so lit
I was broke them times
B!tch-bitch, would you ride on the
Back of a bus?
What about on the front of a stolen bike?

Soho pitchin' coke to the gay
Men, I'll serve anyone, I got open mind
No complaints when it comes
To the customer service
I pick up the phone polite

See man fall in love with
The white, Billie Eilish, 'cause
They got ocean eyes set up a shop, then
It's open twenty-four hours
We don't have a closin' time

(We put the) We put the
Trap in the entrepreneur
(All) All of the time we spent in the field
Woulda thought I got me a Ballon d'Or
I'm stackin', not droppin' a bag in Dior

(Went from a) Went from a
Toyota Yaris to Urus
I still got the same work rate as before
(Work rate as before)
Two years that I ain't been home
Seven hundred and thirty days on tour

It was Nokia ringtones, pickin' up phones
No private calls, now it's microphones
I think that I got bipolar disorder
The way I'm going through highs and lows

In-Insta' full up with IG models
And back in the day
I would Skype these hoes
My girl try hack my iCloud, when I logged in
Gotta hide my code

Tryna get in through face recognition when I
Was asleep and my eyes were closed, huh
If she ain't got nothin' to hide
Might make her my wife, yeah
I might propose

How-how many lies got told?
Don't believe in the hype, it's false
Bro died, he was still in his teens
The chances are slim of me dyin' old

I won't lie, it's me or them (Or them)
Slime shit, I'ma wipe his nose
Unbankin' packs and touches feces, I was OT
You would find it gross

Now it's five-star hotels
Michelin-star dinin', I might rise a toast
New generation would die for clout
They'll do anything for a viral post

(We put the) We put the
Trap in the entrepreneur
(All) All of the time we spent in the field
Woulda thought I got me a Ballon d'Or
I'm stackin', not droppin' a bag in Dior

(Went from a) Went from a
Toyota Yaris to Urus
I still got the same work rate as before
(Work rate as before)
Two years that I ain't been home
Seven hundred and thirty days on tour