Billion Streams Freestyle Songtext
von Central Cee

Said that my bitch was gay
Got a billion streams, I′m a mainstream rapper
He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper
Come around us and get deaded
They fuck for free, we don't pay these badders
Don′t get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent

I wanna get paid and stay out the way
So what's with all of the chattin′?
If I′m feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? Bro, I can only imagine
I′m somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin′
I'm plannin′ the exit route
I ain't tryna be 30 years old and rappin'
Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can′t call me a liar
I never took drugs, all I did was sell them so you can′t call me a buyer


If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried
I'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I′m a G, I cry
There's pros and cons to the life that I live so I may never find a companion
I′m too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin′
And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps
They don't get a reaction

I came from the trenches, now
I′m expensive, hittin′ a bitch from the Hamptons
Remember the times when the line weren't ringing
I never had nobody callin′
Like eight in the mornin', police storm in, they′re not gonna give you a warnin'
I′m missin' the times I would walk down
Shoreditch without fans recordin'

The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid
We′re growin′ up quick in the part that
I come from, runnin' around like orphans
I was 14 havin′ sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion
My dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them
I love that man, but I can′t remember the last time I even saw him


I think I need spiritual cleansing
I think I need a honourable mention
For everythin' I did for the ends and
The things that I did for the mandem, uh
Bae, don′t die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive
My hair ain't done, if I take off my hat
This bitch might think I′m a catfish

I ain′t flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish
But I′m not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers
I went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August
I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin′ crack and it made me nauseous, huh
I got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here
Civilians watch and don′t do nothin', it might get long if a hero come

Which one, fear or love?
I think 'bout bro and start tearin′ up
All of the opps are broke and rubbed
I want them dead but that′s near enough