[{"id":29338036,"name":"CENTRAL CEE - UP NORTH (LYRICS)","trackName":"CENTRAL CEE - UP NORTH (LYRICS)","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Central Cee","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The gun that we got came from up north\nBut if it beat, then you'll go down south\nGerman stick, they call it a SIG\nEven though it's no smokin' allowed\nMy shooter with me shoppin' in Dior\nIf we die right now, then we're goin' in style\nHuh, can't be hospital\nThe life that we live is so hostile\n\nGot suburban children tryna relate\nIf you ain't been broke, you won't know what I'm sayin'\nThe waiter come, I just give him my card and tap it\nI don't even know what I'm payin'\nOh, what a wonderful life I'm livin'\nBut somethin' just don't feel right\nThe guys like tumble dryers, they're spinnin'\nWhile I jump on the mic, I'm spittin'\nK1 jump out the right try kill him\n\nI try satisfyin' my woman\nBut baby, I'm done for the night, I'm kippin'\nI gotta be up in a couple of hours\nBig tactical knife I'm grippin'\nJust in case they try their luck\nOf course, I'm walkin' with God\nBut bro, in this world, no, that ain't enough\n\nBro's in the party with a loaded gun\nHow the fuck did he get that in the club?\nI scrubbed up well and I stepped in fresh\nLike say, I jumped off of the back of the truck\n\nNow I'm in Miami eatin' Carbone\nIf you ain't been out the hood, you won't get that\nPaigons drop, then I'm listenin' carefully\nArt of war, I gotta know where their heads at\nBeen a long week, let me find a masseuse\nMy chain and my pendant's hurtin' my neck, back\nThey don't get what they want, so they switch up\n\nSo all along they tryna finesse man\nSomebody get them a Tampax\nGrown man actin' like teenage gyal\nHuh, no sweet 16\nThe G17's gon' ruin your b-day plan\n\nAll of us raised by single women\nTaught ourself how to become a man\n'Member the days when dinner weren't made\nMy belly would ache in need of a scran\n\nThe gun that we got came from up north\nBut if it beat, then you'll go down south\nGerman stick, they call it a SIG\nEven though it's no smokin' allowed\nMy shooter with me shoppin' in Dior\nIf we die right now, then we're goin' in style\nHuh, can't be hospital\nThe life that we live is so hostile\n\nThe results from the doc came back and they said that I got imposter syndrome\n'Member the days I was freezin' cold, I was writin' my name on the frosted windows\nStart of the year when FDot died 26th of Jan, I lost my kinfolk\nCam told me that he died, and I replied, \"Huh?\"\nI hoped that he'd say it's a typo\n\nCame from the mud and my whole hood witnessed\nNow all the kids know anything's possible\nBussin' a jug on the enemy territory\nThinkin' back now, that wasn't logical\nYou ain't gotta check in on my mental health\n\nWhen someone diss, it's comical\nMy girl loves to go back and forth\nIf you wanna do that, bae, take up volleyball\nI don't have time for the million-pound meetin' in town\nGirl, let you alone\nI'm livin' my movie, I won't make a sequel\nI can't decline like Home Alone 2\nToo competitive, don't wanna lose\nDay in the life, let's see if you really trap\nTurn off the autotune\nIt wouldn't have blown though if it weren't true\n\nThe gun that we got came from up north\nBut if it beat, then you'll go down south\nGerman stick, they call it a SIG\nEven though it's no smokin' allowed\nMy shooter with me shoppin' in Dior\nIf we die right now, then we're goin' in style\nHuh, can't be hospital\nThe life that we live is so hostile\n\nYo, I been everywhere gang\nUp north, down south\nJails all throughout the country, bro\nI know what everybody's like\nBut up here, up north, we ain't playin', bro\nWe get your shit snatched\n\nGet your face punched off, bro\nWe'll even bun you, bro, we ain't playin'\nAnd man are goin' jail behind this shit\nThat's why we keeping the guy's names alive, man\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nSupport the trenches, man, free the guys all 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62000\n- text: Huh, no sweet 16\n  start_ms: 62000\n  end_ms: 63130\n- text: The G17's gon' ruin your b-day plan\n  start_ms: 63130\n  end_ms: 65310\n- text: All of us raised by single women\n  start_ms: 65310\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Taught ourself how to become a man\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: '''Member the days when dinner weren''t made'\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: My belly would ache in need of a scran\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 72150\n- text: The gun that we got came from up north\n  start_ms: 72150\n  end_ms: 73950\n- text: But if it beat, then you'll go down south\n  start_ms: 73950\n  end_ms: 75550\n- text: German stick, they call it a SIG\n  start_ms: 75550\n  end_ms: 77250\n- text: Even though it's no smokin' allowed\n  start_ms: 77250\n  end_ms: 78680\n- text: My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior\n  start_ms: 78680\n  end_ms: 80220\n- text: If we die right now, then we're goin' in style\n  start_ms: 80220\n  end_ms: 82020\n- text: Huh, can't be hospital\n  start_ms: 82020\n  end_ms: 83530\n- text: The life that we live is so hostile\n  start_ms: 83530\n  end_ms: 85580\n- text: The results from the doc came back and they said that I got imposter syndrome\n  start_ms: 85580\n  end_ms: 88530\n- text: '''Member the days I was freezin'' cold, I was writin'' my name on the frosted windows'\n  start_ms: 88530\n  end_ms: 91800\n- text: Start of the year when FDot died 26th of Jan, I lost my kinfolk\n  start_ms: 91800\n  end_ms: 95120\n- text: Cam told me that he died, and I replied, \"Huh?\"\n  start_ms: 95120\n  end_ms: 97030\n- text: I hoped that he'd say it's a typo\n  start_ms: 97030\n  end_ms: 98380\n- text: Came from the mud and my whole hood witnessed\n  start_ms: 98380\n  end_ms: 100070\n- text: Now all the kids know anything's possible\n  start_ms: 100070\n  end_ms: 101650\n- text: Bussin' a jug on the enemy territory\n  start_ms: 101650\n  end_ms: 103390\n- text: Thinkin' back now, that wasn't logical\n  start_ms: 103390\n  end_ms: 105130\n- text: You ain't gotta check in on my mental health\n  start_ms: 105130\n  end_ms: 106770\n- text: When someone diss, it's comical\n  start_ms: 106770\n  end_ms: 108260\n- text: My girl loves to go back and forth\n  start_ms: 108260\n  end_ms: 109650\n- text: If you wanna do that, bae, take up volleyball\n  start_ms: 109650\n  end_ms: 111430\n- text: I don't have time for the million-pound meetin' in town\n  start_ms: 111430\n  end_ms: 113750\n- text: Girl, let you alone\n  start_ms: 113750\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: I'm livin' my movie, I won't make a sequel\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116200\n- text: I can't decline like Home Alone 2\n  start_ms: 116200\n  end_ms: 117960\n- text: Too competitive, don't wanna lose\n  start_ms: 117960\n  end_ms: 119670\n- text: Day in the life, let's see if you really trap\n  start_ms: 119670\n  end_ms: 121610\n- text: Turn off the autotune\n  start_ms: 121610\n  end_ms: 122780\n- text: It wouldn't have blown though if it weren't true\n  start_ms: 122780\n  end_ms: 124450\n- text: The gun that we got came from up north\n  start_ms: 124450\n  end_ms: 126110\n- text: But if it beat, then you'll go down south\n  start_ms: 126110\n  end_ms: 127730\n- text: German stick, they call it a SIG\n  start_ms: 127730\n  end_ms: 129410\n- text: Even though it's no smokin' allowed\n  start_ms: 129410\n  end_ms: 130970\n- text: My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior\n  start_ms: 130970\n  end_ms: 132490\n- text: If we die right now, then we're goin' in style\n  start_ms: 132490\n  end_ms: 134390\n- text: Huh, can't be hospital\n  start_ms: 134390\n  end_ms: 135890\n- text: The life that we live is so hostile\n  start_ms: 135890\n  end_ms: 138820\n- text: Yo, I been everywhere gang\n  start_ms: 138820\n  end_ms: 140630\n- text: Up north, down south\n  start_ms: 140630\n  end_ms: 142880\n- text: Jails all throughout the country, bro\n  start_ms: 142880\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: I know what everybody's like\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 146240\n- text: But up here, up north, we ain't playin', bro\n  start_ms: 146240\n  end_ms: 149600\n- text: We get your shit snatched\n  start_ms: 149600\n  end_ms: 151390\n- text: Get your face punched off, bro\n  start_ms: 151390\n  end_ms: 152920\n- text: We'll even bun you, bro, we ain't playin'\n  start_ms: 152920\n  end_ms: 154980\n- text: And man are goin' jail behind this shit\n  start_ms: 154980\n  end_ms: 156350\n- text: That's why we keeping the guy's names alive, man\n  start_ms: 156350\n  end_ms: 159130\n- text: You know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 159130\n  end_ms: 159810\n- text: Support the trenches, man, free the guys all day\n  start_ms: 159810\n  end_ms: 162210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 162210\nplain: |-\n  The gun that we got came from up north\n  But if it beat, then you'll go down south\n  German stick, they call it a SIG\n  Even though it's no smokin' allowed\n  My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior\n  If we die right now, then we're goin' in style\n  Huh, can't be hospital\n  The life that we live is so hostile\n\n  Got suburban children tryna relate\n  If you ain't been broke, you won't know what I'm sayin'\n  The waiter come, I just give him my card and tap it\n  I don't even know what I'm payin'\n  Oh, what a wonderful life I'm livin'\n  But somethin' just don't feel right\n  The guys like tumble dryers, they're spinnin'\n  While I jump on the mic, I'm spittin'\n  K1 jump out the right try kill him\n\n  I try satisfyin' my woman\n  But baby, I'm done for the night, I'm kippin'\n  I gotta be up in a couple of hours\n  Big tactical knife I'm grippin'\n  Just in case they try their luck\n  Of course, I'm walkin' with God\n  But bro, in this world, no, that ain't enough\n\n  Bro's in the party with a loaded gun\n  How the fuck did he get that in the club?\n  I scrubbed up well and I stepped in fresh\n  Like say, I jumped off of the back of the truck\n\n  Now I'm in Miami eatin' Carbone\n  If you ain't been out the hood, you won't get that\n  Paigons drop, then I'm listenin' carefully\n  Art of war, I gotta know where their heads at\n  Been a long week, let me find a masseuse\n  My chain and my pendant's hurtin' my neck, back\n  They don't get what they want, so they switch up\n\n  So all along they tryna finesse man\n  Somebody get them a Tampax\n  Grown man actin' like teenage gyal\n  Huh, no sweet 16\n  The G17's gon' ruin your b-day plan\n\n  All of us raised by single women\n  Taught ourself how to become a man\n  'Member the days when dinner weren't made\n  My belly would ache in need of a scran\n\n  The gun that we got came from up north\n  But if it beat, then you'll go down south\n  German stick, they call it a SIG\n  Even though it's no smokin' allowed\n  My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior\n  If we die right now, then we're goin' in style\n  Huh, can't be hospital\n  The life that we live is so hostile\n\n  The results from the doc came back and they said that I got imposter syndrome\n  'Member the days I was freezin' cold, I was writin' my name on the frosted windows\n  Start of the year when FDot died 26th of Jan, I lost my kinfolk\n  Cam told me that he died, and I replied, \"Huh?\"\n  I hoped that he'd say it's a typo\n\n  Came from the mud and my whole hood witnessed\n  Now all the kids know anything's possible\n  Bussin' a jug on the enemy territory\n  Thinkin' back now, that wasn't logical\n  You ain't gotta check in on my mental health\n\n  When someone diss, it's comical\n  My girl loves to go back and forth\n  If you wanna do that, bae, take up volleyball\n  I don't have time for the million-pound meetin' in town\n  Girl, let you alone\n  I'm livin' my movie, I won't make a sequel\n  I can't decline like Home Alone 2\n  Too competitive, don't wanna lose\n  Day in the life, let's see if you really trap\n  Turn off the autotune\n  It wouldn't have blown though if it weren't true\n\n  The gun that we got came from up north\n  But if it beat, then you'll go down south\n  German stick, they call it a SIG\n  Even though it's no smokin' allowed\n  My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior\n  If we die right now, then we're goin' in style\n  Huh, can't be hospital\n  The life that we live is so hostile\n\n  Yo, I been everywhere gang\n  Up north, down south\n  Jails all throughout the country, bro\n  I know what everybody's like\n  But up here, up north, we ain't playin', bro\n  We get your shit snatched\n\n  Get your face punched off, bro\n  We'll even bun you, bro, we ain't playin'\n  And man are goin' jail behind this shit\n  That's why we keeping the guy's names alive, man\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Support the trenches, man, free the guys all day\n"}]