C.O.A
Pimped out lookin' fresher than ya' ever seen him
Dripped out from the head down to the lace of my Adidas
Bad bitch here and she tell me that she need it, screaming
What was she screaming? My name, and she mean it
Swing round, too fly, I'm the center of attention
I love it that way can still feel the tension
Im in clubs on M, with a J like a One Four Veteran, too lit
Brudda' couldn't ever do this, couldn't ever fuck with this movement
Couldn't ever smudge up the ink on my blueprint
Don't even try you look stupid
Lunatic, none these other motherfuckers have got shoes that could fit
When i step up in the booth n' see how beautiful I spit
Im upper pedestal, detrimental on an instrumental better than
Up n' comers and veterans level ahead of any
I could do this in my sleep when I'm knackered off of the Xanies
I'm racking up off anything, swallowing all and everything
But none of that is working I'm rapping off of adrenaline
I could fit in with flash cars and rap stars
Spiting some of my rap bars, before the match starts
This the way that I picture that bra
When im gazing off at stars, that's us, at dusk
Yeah, too clean, I do this as routine
Lyrically i bruise these critics
Im in that imma do me spirit
The beat I beat up at you, see I could ruin Bruce Lee's image
Centre of attention, fuck I love it that way can still feel the tension
I know I stand out how I got my dreads in
Love or hate me I'm getting mentioned
Doesn't phase me I ain't tryna' impress them
Never stressing, what's trending, brother tell me where the cheques is
Hectic, eyes on the kids when the kids checked in, uh
Back in for a second like one wasn't enough
Lyrics I come up with is bone rattling stuff
This coke I'm racking it up, I won't be back in a rush
I'm craving makin' music n' rapping hell of a drug
I'm still in the studio with no dinner, brekkie or lunch
Gambino on the mix got him flabbergasted and stuff
It's hurting other rappers like a jagged dagger to gut
Any other rapper that's padding up, get it batter up
No more sitting round I'm done, had it, i've had enough
No challenger matters I'm taking over the planet
I know they couldn't compete with this level I'm on
I'm a level beyond what they label a don
I'm a megalodon, I'm a shark in a pond
You see how I do it you ain't ever get a mention
Then hate me, just 'cos I'm the Centre of Attention
Dripped out from the head down to the lace of my Adidas
Bad bitch here and she tell me that she need it, screaming
What was she screaming? My name, and she mean it
Swing round, too fly, I'm the center of attention
I love it that way can still feel the tension
Im in clubs on M, with a J like a One Four Veteran, too lit
Brudda' couldn't ever do this, couldn't ever fuck with this movement
Couldn't ever smudge up the ink on my blueprint
Don't even try you look stupid
Lunatic, none these other motherfuckers have got shoes that could fit
When i step up in the booth n' see how beautiful I spit
Im upper pedestal, detrimental on an instrumental better than
Up n' comers and veterans level ahead of any
I could do this in my sleep when I'm knackered off of the Xanies
I'm racking up off anything, swallowing all and everything
But none of that is working I'm rapping off of adrenaline
I could fit in with flash cars and rap stars
Spiting some of my rap bars, before the match starts
This the way that I picture that bra
When im gazing off at stars, that's us, at dusk
Yeah, too clean, I do this as routine
Lyrically i bruise these critics
Im in that imma do me spirit
The beat I beat up at you, see I could ruin Bruce Lee's image
Centre of attention, fuck I love it that way can still feel the tension
I know I stand out how I got my dreads in
Love or hate me I'm getting mentioned
Doesn't phase me I ain't tryna' impress them
Never stressing, what's trending, brother tell me where the cheques is
Hectic, eyes on the kids when the kids checked in, uh
Back in for a second like one wasn't enough
Lyrics I come up with is bone rattling stuff
This coke I'm racking it up, I won't be back in a rush
I'm craving makin' music n' rapping hell of a drug
I'm still in the studio with no dinner, brekkie or lunch
Gambino on the mix got him flabbergasted and stuff
It's hurting other rappers like a jagged dagger to gut
Any other rapper that's padding up, get it batter up
No more sitting round I'm done, had it, i've had enough
No challenger matters I'm taking over the planet
I know they couldn't compete with this level I'm on
I'm a level beyond what they label a don
I'm a megalodon, I'm a shark in a pond
You see how I do it you ain't ever get a mention
Then hate me, just 'cos I'm the Centre of Attention
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Writer(s): Jack Caulfield
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