Central Cee dropped his first single 'Entrapreneur' post 'Sprinter,' and it's everything we needed.
entral Cee, aka Cench, a West London rapper, is making waves in the UK hip-hop scene. Born Oakley Neil H T Caesar-Su in 1998, he's quickly become known for his raw storytelling and unique style. After teasing new music earlier this week, Central Cee dropped his latest single, "Entrepreneur," on December 21st.
Central Cee first hit the spotlight with "Loading" in 2020, a track that blended sharp lyrics with catchy melodies. His mixtapes 'Wild West' and '23' further solidified his place in the UK rap scene, tackling themes of survival and ambition. Another notable track, "Sprinter," released on June 1st, amassed over 500 million streams on Spotify alone.
"Entrapreneur" marks a significant shift in Central Cee's music. The track contrasts his past life in the streets with his current success in legitimate business with a clever play on words: "We put the trap in the entrepreneur."
The lyrics of "Entrapreneur" vividly depict this journey:
"Bitch, would you ride on the back of a bus? / What about on the front of a stolen bike?" vs "Now it's five-star hotels, Michelin-star dining, I might raise a toast"
Followed by: "Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, / I still got the same work-rate as before / Two years that I ain't been home, seven-hundred and thirty days on tour."
Speaking of tour, you can catch Central Cee next in Gisborne, New Zealand, on December 29 and in Sydney, Australia, on January 1. Tickets are available here.
[Intro: Ybeeez & Central Cee]
Do you know what?
The trap's still running, it's never turnin' off
Different product, same hustle mentality
The only difference is, you pay taxes on it and feds can't kick off your door
(We put the trap in entrapreneur)
[Verse 1: Central Cee]
We was flyin' up O with white
We was buildin' lines, now it's clothing lines
I sell Tees and my darg tell T's as well, but his got no design
One-eighty for the tracksuit, go somewhere else if it's overpriced
New generation don't know how to trap 'cause thеy all getting high off their own supply
Trap house in thе woods where the bando's haunted, it's supernatural, poltergeist
Witnessed things that I wish that I didn't, like crackheads overdose then die
Bad B's curvin' the kid back then when I weren't so lit, I was broke them times
Bitch, would you ride on the back of a bus?
What about on the front of a stolen bike?
Soho pitchin' coke to the gay men, I'll serve anyone, I got an open mind
No complaints when it comes to the customer service, I pick up the phone polite
See man fall in love with the white, Billie Eilish, 'cause they got ocean eyes
Set up a shop, then it's open twenty-four hours, we don't have a closing time
[Chorus: Central Cee]
We put the— We put the trap in the entrepreneur
All of the time we spent in the field, woulda thought I got me Ballon d'Or
I'm stackin' not droppin' a bag in Dior
Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same work-rate as before (Work rate as before)
Two years that I ain't been home, seven-hundred and thirty days on tour
[Verse 2: Central Cee]
It was Nokia ringtones, pickin' up phones
No private calls, now it's microphones
I think that I got bipolar disorder, the way I'm going through highs and lows
Insta' full up with IG models and back in the day, I would Skype these hoes
My girl try hack my iCloud, when I log in, gotta hide my code
Tryna get in through face recognition, when I was asleep, and my eyes were closed, huh
If she ain't nothin' to hide, might make her my wife, yeah, I might propose
How many lies got told?
Don't believe in the hype, it's false
Bro died he was still in his teens
The chances are slim of me dyin' old
I won't lie, it's me or them
Slime shit, I might wipe his nose
I'm bankin' packs and touches faeces, I was OT, you would find it gross
Now it's five-star hotels, Michelin-star dinin', I might rise a toast
New generation would die for clout
They'll do anything for a viral post
[Chorus: Central Cee]
We put the trap in the entrapreneur
All of the time we spent in the field, woulda thought I got me Ballon d'Or
I'm stackin' not droppin' a bag in Dior
Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same work-rate as before
Two years that I ain't been home, seven-hundred and thirty days on tour
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