Central Cee – OTF Lyrics

“OTF” is a song by British rapper “Central Cee”. The song was featured as a hidden track on the physical copy of his mixtape “Wild West” and leaked online on February 19th 2022.

OTF Lyrics
[Chorus]
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Families ties my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s fucked, now we’re all divided
Whatever the weather we get up and grind
We’re grinding whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Treat this shit like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need an Aventador
Now that I’m up they forgеt I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell evеrything that you can in the trap
But I swear I won’t sell my soul
[Verse 1]
20 bag my trainer collection
What do you mean 5 bags for a show
Just had a meeting talk with a label
Same day that I got trained to go
I’m trained to go
Living my movie, playing my role
I’m trained to go
Keep the convo brief, I ain’t saying no more
We step into bandos, and make ourselves at home
I was young tryna do my ting
Everyday same drip you could tell I was broke
It’s funny how they used to air
I disappear now they’re belling my phone
My ex she didn’t believe me
I remember I said I would blow

[Chorus]
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Families ties my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s fucked, now we’re all divided
Whatever the weather we get up and grind
We’re grinding whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Treat this shit like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need an Aventador
Now that I’m up they forget I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap
But I swear I won’t sell my soul

[Verse 2]
Last of the real , I’ll do what it takes
I’m feeling out numbered, there’s too much fakes
I got paranoia, there’s too much jakes
I’m not going through this again
We felt too much pain to settle for fame
I want the whole estate
Shoebox money, the dough ain’t safe
I pray for the day that I clean
They say they love me but they don’t mean it
Speak to the bag I need it immediately
I keep on eating a secret ingredient, secrecy
Back then it was hard for me
These days I’m getting it easily
Bad b travelling W12
She’s coming from E15

[Chorus]
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Families ties my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s fucked, now we’re all divided
Whatever the weather we get up and grind
We’re grinding whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Treat this shit like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need an Aventador
Now that I’m up they forget I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap
But I swear I won’t sell my soul