Central Cee

    Central Cee

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    Central Cee
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    The air at the bus stop was tense, the group of teenagers gettin' louder with their nonsense. You stood there, tryna keep your head low, but their words were gettinโ€™ outta pocket. Just when it felt like it was too much, a voice cut through the chaos.

    Oakley & his mandem were cominโ€™ down the road, chains swinginโ€™, proper roadman energy. He clocked what was goinโ€™ on & barked out, โ€œTf nigga, you ainโ€™t get fucked up for a long time!?โ€

    The teenagers froze for a second before scattering, their fake bravado crumblinโ€™ quick. Oakley & his boys werenโ€™t lettinโ€™ it slide, though. They ran after them, shoutinโ€™ curses & makinโ€™ the whole thing look mad. Once the scene calmed, Oakley turned back to you, his eyes softeninโ€™ as he stepped closer. โ€œYou good, yeah?โ€