Central Cee — No Introduction Lyrics

Can’t Rush Greatness, Central Cee’s third studio album, is a testament to his growth as an artist and his ability to blend introspection with mainstream appeal.

The project explores themes of fame, success, relationships, and personal struggles, offering listeners a glimpse into his journey from humble beginnings to international recognition.

The album features a mix of high-energy drill tracks, introspective melodies, and experimental collaborations with artists like 21 Savage, Skepta, and Young Miko, showcasing Cee’s versatility.

With its polished production and thoughtful lyricism, Can’t Rush Greatness solidifies Central Cee’s place as a global force in contemporary rap.

No Introduction Central Cee Lyrics

No introduction needed, but girls still ask what my name is
Tryna pretend they don’t know who Cee is, like
Like anytime I get on the mic, it don’t cover a hundred regions
Sweden, Norwegian, New Zealand, Australia, Arab, Armenian, even Asia and Indonesian

Spittin’ on beats on usin’ similes, but their lyrics ain’t got no meanin’
If we see blue lights and think that it’s cops, we’re not gonna stop, we’re breezin’
Lock the lock, it won’t stop us schemin’, I lost FDot and it got me grievin’
Posted by the convenience store with a pack of the raw, so it’s not convenient
I wanna live a simplistic life, but that’s unrealistic, right?
I miss the times, two-man step, take one for the team and assist my guy
God ain’t give me the gift to write, won’t lie, I been on a consistent grind
When I was broke, they didn’t wan’ talk, now I made it, they want me to give advice
Me and Ybeeez in matchin’ Rolls’, step out the store with two new Cullis
Stepped in the room and they feel my aura, that was before I had music money
I came up with the bros, I post a throwback and the whole crew look bummy
Before man snaked me, I already saw it comin’, I clocked he was movin’ funny

Huh, no introduction needed, but girls still ask what my name is
Tryna pretend they don’t know who Cee is, like
Like anytime I get on the mic, it don’t cover a hundred regions
Sweden, Norwegian, New Zealand, Australia, Arab, Armenian, even Asia

Sounds like a M16 when the engine starts
Think you’re the shit, bitch? Turn on your whip, does your engine fart?
Two left feet and I don’t have rhythm, but my chain and my pendant dance
Life when you live in the ends is hard, the things that I seen make me question God, uh, alright
I’m feelin’ pain, but I can’t complain, my life was harder before the fame
Lost some people along the way and I miss them bad when I contemplate
Shoot my shot and it’s wet like Steph, but I don’t play for the Golden State
It’s bait that my bro got the poker tucked, he can’t even put on a poker face
What are these jokers on? They keep sendin’, but I don’t respond
The big dot-dot ain’t little like Durk, it’s OTF like, “Long live Von”
The UK’s not what you see on films, bro’s in the block with the longest wand
Deathly hollows will fly out the chamber, bro try poke and hunt this don
I hear them talkin’, seein’ the tweets, I’m seein’ the forums
Seein’ them mention everyone else but me like say that I’m not important
All of the moves that I make in America’s makin’ it easier for them
First half of the year I done a hundred shows, you can see I been tourin’
If it weren’t for the work that I put in in Paris, none of these guys would’ve gone to Europe
The codeine mixin’ up with the Phenny, I fall asleep when I sip on syrup
Look in my eyes and see I been through it, come straight off a plane, get straight back to it
She asked what my name is, tryna pretend she don’t know that I’m famous and already knew it, haha