On “One Up,” Central Cee speaks on his upbringing and hometown of Shepherd’s Bush, London.

The song was released on October 13, 2022, as the promotional single to his EP No More Leaks, which came out the… Read More [Intro]

Uh, they think they got one up on us

Don't trust bitches, out all my dargs, there's some I can trust (Huh)

They think they got one up on us (That's what they think)

Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us (Baow, baow, baow)

(Lekaa Beats)

[Verse 1]

The fake do a good job blending in with the real these days, but I still tell the difference

Realness get recognition, I recognised that from a distance

See it from far (Wait)

Bare ANPR, told bro, "Beg you don't smoke weed in the car" ('Low it)

It feels good to see me in the charts, I used to hit shots, sell rock and link in parks (Alright)

You've been warned, I'll ring the alarm

They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once

YG got the trench coat on, it's black and long like a Christian nun

Tryna locate me a new plate, I don't put trust in vintage guns

Stop whinging and go get some money, what's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright)

For my livelihood, push white in my hood, but I don't recommend it, there's no longevity

"Central, don't forget me", money don't make me lose my memory

A2 Anti, do man badly, do that gladly (Baow, baow, baow)

I treat every day like a Monday mornin', I treat every month like a January

[Chorus]

Uh, they think they got one up on us

D.T.B, I don't trust bitches

Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust

Won't even lie, I got PTSD

Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us

I left home when I was fourteen

YJ was ten and the man of the house

We go from babies straight to men

[Verse 2]

Get some money, relive your childhood

Shawty think that I'm childish (Why?)

Tryna pull down my trousers

Rip man out of my Calvin's (Kleins)

Out of sight, out of mind

We ain't gotta jump out this ride

Unwind the window, keep it simple

Try hit man off his mountain bike

Link up with the ganja farmer

Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture

Leave it to God, we don't practice obeah

Plan it correct, we gon' catch him (Haha)

I can't go broke, that's a no-no

Can't fall off, that's awkward (Awks)

My chain cost sixty thousand

Cool, that's a club performance (Alright)

I don't like braggin'

I'm a lowlife but I like high fashion

Amiri denim, it cost an arm and a leg and the jeans still saggin'

Bro's still chinging, bro's still trapping

Yinging and Yanging, I need more balance

Baby, I just wanna fuck

I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents

[Chorus]

Uh, they think they got one up on us

D.T.B, I don't trust bitches

Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust

Won't even lie, I got PTSD

Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us

I left home when I was fourteen

YJ was ten and the man of the house

We go from babies straight to men

Uh, they think they got one up on us

D.T.B, I don't trust bitches

Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust

Won't even lie, I got PTSD

Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us

I left home when I was fourteen

YJ was ten and the man of the house

We go from babies straight to men