Central Cee - Cold Shoulder

I'd never sell my soul or switch on bro in desperate times
My angel there on my shoulder tellin' me "No"
I'm bipolar, no Jekyll and Hyde
I gotta think twice what come out my mouth these days 'cah I know I got a voice
I'm the head of my family now, I gotta get in my bag, I got no choice
I'm bait, I gotta roll safe, there's a few places that I'd rather avoid
I made it, I might have a baby, I don't mind a daughter, I'd rather a boy
Bro-bro could've went pro in the field, but he broke his Achilles heel
The other, the other day it was free K-Trap, not the one from Gipsy Hill
F*ck a eighty-twenty, I told them "Send me a fifty-fifty deal"
From Bush to Beverly Hills
I'm lookin' at bro like "Look at the shit we've built"