Different Price Tag - Cent Cee

Intro

(Yeah, yeah)

Look

West London

You know the vibes

Uh

Chorus

I came from the block, now the whole world knows me

AP on my wrist, but the past still owns me

One-way flight, first class, no coach seats

Bad little ting wanna come backstage and hold me

I got rich, but I ain't changed my ways

Still can't trust what a pretty face says

New designer every single day

But I remember them nights when we had no pay

I said, look, look

New money, old friends

Big house, no rent

Big tour, sold ends

Fuck what they say, I'm up again

Verse 1

I was in the ends with a dream and a phone

Now I'm overseas, got a suite of my own

Used to take trains, now the driver gets called

Funny how they love you when you're finally on

Amiri denim, Dior on the jacket

Walk in the store, I don't even ask what the tag is

I don't need validation, I know that I'm established

They wanna know the secret, I just stayed consistent with the practice

I made a million, still got more on my mind

Can't let a bad deal take a piece of what's mine

Everybody's friendly when the money's aligned

But where were you when I was running out of time?

I got brothers that I can't leave behind

And a couple fake ones that I left in the past

I don't do the talking, I just look at the facts

They wanna be Cench, but they can't do the maths

Pre-Chorus

One more show, one more flight

One more city, different night

I see the flash, I see the lights

But I still know what hunger feels like

Chorus

I came from the block, now the whole world knows me

AP on my wrist, but the past still owns me

One-way flight, first class, no coach seats

Bad little ting wanna come backstage and hold me

I got rich, but I ain't changed my ways

Still can't trust what a pretty face says

New designer every single day

But I remember them nights when we had no pay

Verse 2

I'm in Paris for fashion week

Front row seats, got a bag on me

She wants love, but that's hard for me

Too many people want something from me

New season, new collection

Still got the same old ambition

They see the cars, don't see the tension

They see success, not the sacrifices and decisions

I don't wanna sign no deal if the numbers ain't right

I know my worth, I ain't selling my life

They want a percentage, I want what's mine

Independent mindset, I'm protecting the prize

I took UK rap to a different place

Now international girls know my face

They wanna talk when they see my chain

But couldn't give a fuck when I had no fame

Verse 3

Private jet, but I miss the ground

Too much noise when the money gets loud

Everybody wants to be around

Till you tell them no, then they turn it around

I got expensive taste, that's facts

But I still remember them days in the flats

Can't put a price on the people I have

And I can't buy back the time that I lacked

Fuck a fake friend, fuck a fake smile

I've been doing this shit for a long, long while

From the West to the world, that's a different mileage

New generation, but I came with the style

Bridge

Oh, I know

Money can't fix what you don't show

High-rise view, but the nights get cold

Everybody wants a piece of the soul

Final Chorus

I came from the block, now the whole world knows me

AP on my wrist, but the past still owns me

One-way flight, first class, no coach seats

Bad little ting wanna come backstage and hold me

I got rich, but I ain't changed my ways

Still can't trust what a pretty face says

New designer every single day

But I remember them nights when we had no pay

Outro

West London to the world

You know what it is

Still the same guy

Just a different price tag

Cench