Central Cee — Must Be 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.

Must Be Central Cee Lyrics

What’s your definition of “real”?
Or what’d you look at as real
Shootin’ people for your friends
Shootin’ people for your friends?
Yeah
That’s “real” to you?
Yeah ([?])

Uh, what’s your definition of “real”, what is it?
If it’s somethin’ like them, then I must be fake (Must be)
And they don’t want smoke, so it must be vape (Must be)
If she ain’t on coke, then it must be K (Must be)
If she don’t wanna fuck, then she must be gay, huh (Must be)
If that’s what you call real, I’m as fake as it gets
Say life’s a gamble, I’m placin’ my bet, I’m takin’ a risk, I ain’t playin’ roulette
They ask where I’m at and I gave an address, but they go on the net and they makin’ a threat
I don’t know why they thought I was makin’ this bread, but I definitely weren’t just to stay in the ends

Took bro off the road, we don’t trap no more, that’s what I call real
Retire your mum, that’s what I call real, my dad got a yard, that’s what I call real
And tell the mandem in jail, “If you need anythin’, just call”, that’s what I call real
And they don’t really call cah my friends don’t rely on me much, that’s what I call real
Beef man over postcodes, then go jail, leave your mum all alone, that’s what I call fake, uh
Live a life that your music don’t portray, that’s what I call fake
All of that’s claimin’ this and that, but it weren’t even them, that’s what I call fake

Uh, what’s your definition of “real”, what is it?
If it’s somethin’ like them, then I must be fake (Must be)
And they don’t want smoke, so it must be vape (Must be)
If she ain’t on coke, then it must be K (Must be)
If she don’t wanna fuck, then she must be gay, huh (Must be)
If that’s what you call real, I’m as fake as it gets
Say life’s a gamble, I’m placin’ my bet, I’m takin’ a risk, I ain’t playin’ roulette
They ask where I’m at and I gave an address, but they go on the net and they makin’ a threat
I don’t know why they thought I was makin’ this bread, but I definitely weren’t just to stay in the ends

If I ain’t on the top of the UK game and it’s up for debate, then it must be Dave
If they’re wearin’ a chain and ain’t taggin’ the jewellers, I’m gonna assume that it must be fake
I was a troublesome kid in my house, had my mumsy shoutin’, “You must behave”
You see a white man in a North Face hoodie and straight-cut jeans, then it must be Jakes
I’m still with my bros from back in the day, so if they ain’t with me, they must be snakes, hm
It’s Friday night, why they actin’ brave? Think they must be waved
They’re tryna throw dirt on my name and say it’s PR and it must be staged
Old friends ain’t showin’ me love, I can only imagine it must be hate

What is it?
If it’s somethin’ like them, then I must be fake (Must be)
And they don’t want smoke, so it must be vape (Must be)
If she ain’t on coke, then it must be K (Must be)
If she don’t wanna fuck, then she must be—, huh (Must be)