Church Rd. To Izzy

(album: From Church Rd. To Hollywood - 2012)

Alright

This is the official track yana

CR to Izzy

Shoutout Joe Black
Shoutout the full North side family

But what's good?

[Joe Black:]
Real g's in the ends
We do dirt for the lizzy
Fuck the feds I know them nerds wanna shift me
From Church Road to Izzy
Burst loads of kitties (official)
Gettin money from puttin work on the [?]
We love [?] with [?]
NHL OLH it's all organic
Get high smoke a lot of kush
From Church Road watch my nigga Nines go to Hollywood

[Nines:]
I'm movin pies take the yay out the microwave
It's like it got scoped by Medusa's eyes
No time for chillin on the corner when I die I probably leave behind a billion for my daughter
These niggas ain't on my level yet
Got these hoes starin at my chain that's a blind date and we've already met (mad ting)
Feds tryna take away my freedom bring my nigga Kilo shopping same day they released him
Flyer than a space cadet, face gone bait
I ain't made it yet
Still moving keys and I don't break a sweat
Used to be a known name now I'm calling shots
Fuck ya little gold chain I got a jewellery box
Niggas are snakes so I keep the grass low
They wanna see me on the wing like I'm [?]
From Church Road to Izzy
Nines and Joe Black
I whip up keys
I grind, I don't rap
In a chicks yard wrapping out ounces with locks
If you know Blacks I give you discount on the box
On a calm day AJ down to my socks
Silencer on the strap, no sound when it pops
Princess cuts on my right hand
So much red string they should call my hood Thailand
Tell that bitch link a next nigga cah I'm busy
Zino in my veins from Church Road to Izzy

[Joe Black:]
Real g's in the ends
We do dirt for the lizzy
Fuck the feds I know them nerds wanna shift me
From Church Road to Izzy
Burst loads of kitties (official)
Gettin money from puttin work on the [?]
We love [?] with [?]
NHL OLH it's all organic
Get high smoke a lot of kush
From Church Road watch my nigga Nines go to Hollywood

Money over everything except your loyal niggas
Put your homies on, make sure your boys are living
Me, I really did it, I don't just spit it in my bars
Me, I really lived it
You and me are different
I started rapping cause I knew I could rap
I wasn't in it for cash I was movin food to the cats
Sippin juice in the flats
Movin loose with the strap
Had to play my position, when they threw me in can
Straight crack when I touch the mic
These little dickheads hate blacks but they love the rhymes
I told you bout the late nights on the country
I told you North London's mine
I had to jump in the booth with my brudda Nines
A real nigga that I recognise
Spit the truth in the booth we ain't tellin lies
From a Q to a box off a pebble line
I roll my sleeves up whenever it's reppin time
I copped the food and go and sell it to cats
Half a box and.4 that's like 1200 wraps
Still 3 for 50, 6 for a oner
Get it by the emirates
Bitch, I'm a gunner
The main aim is to get paid
And to try stay away from the fed cage
Stack your ps up fam, get your head straight
Keep your circle tight, drop out the dead weight

Real g's in the ends
We do dirt for the lizzy
Fuck the feds I know them nerds wanna shift me
From Church Road to Izzy
Burst loads of kitties (official)
Gettin money from puttin work on the [?]
We love [?] with [?]
NHL OLH it's all organic
Get high smoke a lot of kush
From Church Road watch my nigga Nines go to Hollywood