church rd. to izzy

alright, this is the official track yana, cr to izzy, shoutout joe black, shoutout the full north side family, but what's good?, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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