Entrapreneur
 作词 : Central Cee/Chris Rich/Caleb Bryant
 作曲 : Central Cee/Chris Rich/Caleb Bryant
 Do you know what?
 The trap still running, it's never turnin' off
 Different product, same hustle mentality
 The only difference is you pay taxes on it and feds can't kick off your door
 (We put the trap in entrepreneur)

 We was flyin' up O with white
 We was buildin' lines, now it's clothing lines
 I sell tees and my darg sell T's as well, but his ain't got no design
 One-one-eighty for the tracksuit, go somewhere else if it's overpriced
 New genеration don't know how to trap 'cause they all getting high off thеir own supply
 Trap-trap house in the woods where the bando's haunted, it's supernatural, poltergeist
 Witnessed things that I wish that I didn't, like crackheads overdose then die
 Bad B's curvin' the kid back then when I weren't so lit, I was broke them times
 Bitch-bitch, would you ride on the back of a bus?
 What about on the front of a stolen bike?
 Soho pitchin' coke to the gay men, I'll serve anyone, I got open mind
 No complaints when it comes to the customer service, I pick up the phone polite
 See man fall in love with the white, Billie Eilish, 'cause they got ocean eyes
 Set up a shop, then it's open twenty-four hours, we don't have a closin' time

 (We put the) We put the trap in the entrepreneur
 (All) All of the time we spent in the field, woulda thought I got me a Ballon d'Or
 I'm stackin', not droppin' a bag in Dior
 (Went from a) Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same work rate as before (Work rate as before)
 Two years that I ain't been home, seven-hundred and thirty days on tour

 It was Nokia ringtones, pickin' up phones
 No private calls, now it's microphones
 I think that I got bipolar disorder, the way I'm going through highs and lows
 In-Insta' full up with IG models and back in the day, I would Skype these hoes
 My girl try hack my iCloud, when I logged in, gotta hide my code
 Tryna get in through face recognition when I was asleep and my eyes were closed, huh
 If she ain't got nothin' to hide, might make her my wife, yeah, I might propose
 How-how many lies got told?
 Don't believe in the hype, it's false
 Bro died, he was still in his teens
 The chances are slim of me dyin' old
 I won't lie, it's me or them (Or them)
 Slime shit, I'ma wipe his nose
 Unbankin' packs and touches feces, I was OT, you would find it gross
 Now it's five-star hotels, Michelin-star dinin', I might rise a toast
 New generation would die for clout
 They'll do anything for a viral post

 (We put the) We put the trap in the entrepreneur
 (All) All of the time we spent in the field, woulda thought I got me a Ballon d'Or
 I'm stackin', not droppin' a bag in Dior
 (Went from a) Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same work rate as before (Work rate as before)
 Two years that I ain't been home, seven-hundred and thirty days on tour