Church Rd. To Izzy - Nines, Joe Black

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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 (official)

Gettin money from puttin work on the DG

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

(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

N*ggas 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 (official)

Gettin money from puttin work on the DG

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 cos 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 n*gga 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 DG

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