Up North
Central Cee"Up North" is a song by Central Cee, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:39 long and contains 87 lines and 710 words.
Lyrics
0:02But if it beat then you'll go down south
0:03German stick they call it a sig
0:05Even though it's no smoking allowed
0:06My shooter with me shopping in Dior
0:08If we die right now then we're going in style
0:10Can't be hospital the life that I live is so hostile
0:13Got suburban children tryna relate
0:15If you ain't been broke you won't know I'm saying
0:16The waiter come I just give him my card and tap it
0:18I don't even know what I'm paying
0:19Oh what a wonderful life I'm living
0:21But something just don't feel right
0:23The guys are like tumbler dryers they're spinning
0:24While I jump on the mic I'm spitting
0:26K1 jump out the ride try kill him
0:28I try satisfy my woman but baby
0:30I'm done for the night I'm kipping
0:31I gotta be up in a couple of hours
0:33Big tactical knife I'm gripping
0:34Just in case they try their luck
0:36Of course I'm walking with God
0:37But bro in this world no that ain't enough
0:39Bro's in the party with a loaded gun
0:41How the **** did he get that in the club?
0:42I scrubbed up well and I stepped in fresh
0:44Like say I just jumped off of the back of the truck
0:46Now I'm in Miami eating Carbone
0:47If you ain't been out the hood you won't get that
0:49Pagans drop then I'm listening carefully
0:51Art of war I gotta know where their heads at
0:52Been a long week lemme find a masseuse
0:54My chain and my pendant's hurting my neck back
0:56They don't get what they want so they switch up
0:57So all along they were tryna finesse man
0:59Somebody get them a Tampax grown man acting like teenage gyal
1:02No sweet sixteen the G17's gon' ruin your b-day plan
1:05All of us raised by single women
1:06Taught ourself how to become a man
1:08Remember the days when dinner weren't made
1:10My belly would ache in need of a scram
1:12The gun that we got came from up north
1:13But if it beat then you'll go down south
1:15German stick they call it a sig
1:17Even though it's no smoking allowed
1:18My shooter with me shopping in Dior
1:20If we die right now then we're going in style
1:22Can't be hospital the life that I live is so hostile
1:25The results from the doc came back
1:26And they said that I got the imposter syndrome
1:28Remember the days I was freezing cold
1:30I was writing my name on the frosted windows
1:31Start of the year when Fdot died
1:3326th of Jan I lost my kinfolk
1:35Cam told me that he died and I replied "Huh"
1:36I hoped that he'd say it's a typo
1:38Came from the mud and my whole hood witnessed
1:39Now all of the kids know anything's possible
1:41Bussing a jug on the enemy territory
1:43Thinking back now that wasn't logical
1:45You ain't gotta check in on my mental health when somebody diss
1:47It's comical
1:48My girl loves to go back and forth
1:49If you wanna do that bae take up volleyball
1:51I don't have the time for the million-pound meeting in town girl
1:53Let alone you
1:54I'm living my movie I won't make the sequel
1:56I can't decline like Home Alone 2
1:57Too competitive don't wanna lose
1:59Day in the life let's see if you really trap
2:01Turn off the auto tune
2:02It wouldn't have blown though if it weren't true
2:04The gun that we got came from up north
2:06But if it beat then you'll go down south
2:07German stick they call it a sig
2:09Even though it's no smoking allowed
2:10My shooter with me shopping in Dior
2:12If we die right now then we're going in style
2:14Can't be hospital the life that I live is so hostile
2:18Yo I been everywhere gang
2:20Up north down south jails all throughout the country bro
2:24I know what everybody's like
2:26But up here up north we ain't playing bro
2:29We get your **** snatched get your face punched off bro
2:33We'll even bun you bro we ain't playing
2:34And man are going jail behind this ****
2:36That's why we keeping the guy's names alive man
2:39Know what I'm saying support the trenches man free the guys all day
But if it beat then you'll go down south German stick they call it a sig Even though it's no smoking allowed My shooter with me shopping in Dior If we die right now then we're going in style Can't be hospital the life that I live is so hostile Got suburban children tryna relate If you ain't been broke you won't know I'm saying The waiter come I just give him my card and tap it I don't even know what I'm paying Oh what a wonderful life I'm living But something just don't feel right The guys are like tumbler dryers they're spinning While I jump on the mic I'm spitting K1 jump out the ride try kill him I try satisfy my woman but baby I'm done for the night I'm kipping I gotta be up in a couple of hours Big tactical knife I'm gripping Just in case they try their luck Of course I'm walking with God But bro in this world no that ain't enough Bro's in the party with a loaded gun How the **** did he get that in the club? I scrubbed up well and I stepped in fresh Like say I just jumped off of the back of the truck Now I'm in Miami eating Carbone If you ain't been out the hood you won't get that Pagans drop then I'm listening carefully Art of war I gotta know where their heads at Been a long week lemme find a masseuse My chain and my pendant's hurting my neck back They don't get what they want so they switch up So all along they were tryna finesse man Somebody get them a Tampax grown man acting like teenage gyal No sweet sixteen the G17's gon' ruin your b-day plan All of us raised by single women Taught ourself how to become a man Remember the days when dinner weren't made My belly would ache in need of a scram The gun that we got came from up north But if it beat then you'll go down south German stick they call it a sig Even though it's no smoking allowed My shooter with me shopping in Dior If we die right now then we're going in style Can't be hospital the life that I live is so hostile The results from the doc came back And they said that I got the imposter syndrome Remember the days I was freezing cold I was writing my name on the frosted windows Start of the year when Fdot died 26th of Jan I lost my kinfolk Cam told me that he died and I replied "Huh" I hoped that he'd say it's a typo Came from the mud and my whole hood witnessed Now all of the kids know anything's possible Bussing a jug on the enemy territory Thinking back now that wasn't logical You ain't gotta check in on my mental health when somebody diss It's comical My girl loves to go back and forth If you wanna do that bae take up volleyball I don't have the time for the million-pound meeting in town girl Let alone you I'm living my movie I won't make the sequel I can't decline like Home Alone 2 Too competitive don't wanna lose Day in the life let's see if you really trap Turn off the auto tune It wouldn't have blown though if it weren't true The gun that we got came from up north But if it beat then you'll go down south German stick they call it a sig Even though it's no smoking allowed My shooter with me shopping in Dior If we die right now then we're going in style Can't be hospital the life that I live is so hostile Yo I been everywhere gang Up north down south jails all throughout the country bro I know what everybody's like But up here up north we ain't playing bro We get your **** snatched get your face punched off bro We'll even bun you bro we ain't playing And man are going jail behind this **** That's why we keeping the guy's names alive man Know what I'm saying support the trenches man free the guys all day
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