C to the H

I roll deep that's c 15
Fifteen on me and a big size 3
Don't talk to weak
Or I'll pull up in a blacked out jeep
With the ramz on me OT

I don't get sleep gotta pack this c and b
Class a don't sell no trees
But I'll sell you cheese
With your girlfriend cattin' for d on her knees oh please

Blazing my spliff in the crowd it's loud
When I make man jump jump man for the pounds
He gon take that bump I gon bump for the p
Get slumped
And I switch it like x to the c

H to the c like c to the h that's me
Got b in my bag spent days in the streets
Mic in my hand on the stage just pree
Comin outta diff with my bruddas and gs

Was sitting at my yard
2 door knocks at the back of the arch
Mums jaw dropped to see feds an they armed
When I sold that shit thought I couldn't get caught
But I could

Now i'm sitting in the cell in the cold on the hard floor
Went from packing up packs to a half draw
Dem man lacking on tracks and we arn urs
Racking up stacks on stage with a hard fours

Racking up stacks on the stage it's mence
But we don't pretend
Cuz we in our element
Devilish boys on the mic not Kennington
If your irrelevant don't think u a specialist

Yo
It's CH
Coming out of Cardiff

C to the h like h to the c that's me
On rap this is more than beats
Real life this is more than streets
And I feel like this is all I need

C to the h like h to the c
And I'm hot like 100 degrees
Boys running there mouth it's peak
But i'm on the track just tryna do me

17 already got me a whip
But I don't play with sticks
Cuz I do it legit
Studying music up in the 6th
Ain't got time for these ballied up pricks

But these ballied up pricks get spun on a track
When I spit my shit people used to laughed
When I kill this bitch got bare contacts
More contracts crafted this beat is an art

Kick this drum and I tap this snare
Hi hat on loop in the production chair
Used to bop down 15 that's ends
Now I bop this beat how times have changed

How the times have changed
And the opp boys envy
They try rap but there account still empty
Ain't got skills no god can repent me
Ain't got skills no god can repent me

H to the c like c to the h that's me
On rap this is more than beats
Real life this is more than streets
And I feel like this is all I need

C to the h like h to the c
And i'm hot like 100 degrees
Boys running there mouth it's peak
But i'm on the track just tryna do me

H to the c like c to the h that's me
On rap this is more than beats
Real life this is more than streets
And I feel like this is all I need

C to the h like h to the c
And i'm hot like 100 degrees
Boys running there mouth it's peak
But i'm on the track just tryna do me