Church Street lyrics

Intro:
Chuurrrrrch, woorrrrrrd)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Keep it real witcha, uh
Church Street ya'll, and it don't stop
To the beat ya'all, and it don't stop
Church street y'all uh, uh, uh, uh
Church street y'all, and it don't stop
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
We tryina eat yall, and we won't stop

Uh, yeah!
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Church Street
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Verse 1: [Trav]
I'll keep it real witcha
I'm from the place where only thugs get richer
Dog eats dog, that's the only way it gets bigger
Broken homes and rusty frames, and we still picture
Getting outta this rigour plight as soon as our pockets vigour
I used to roll with the neighbourhood bullies
Flex like Boogie, make adults crumble like cookies
You know, we'd rock the same apparel and our minds were parallel
I'm still crew with a few, but I don't know where the others went
They pro'bly somewhere doing time or getting dough
When you from this walk of life, those the only paths you know
Each day had to overhaul my calibre for survival
Even had to learn to draw my guns quicker than my shadow
And just kill sh*t
And I just think that was given
Cos my talent is definite and my skill is infinite
And lyrically I've been gifted before the continents shifted
And even when I'm in my grave I'm pretty sure I'll still kick it