Cold Crush

[Hook: Issa Gold] I put it down for my city That New' New York is with me They say it's like the 90's cause we bringing back the gritty Rep that conscious flow committee We'll kill'em with no pity I link my nigga Lex, you know I told him we gon' get it Cause we blowing up New York back on the map my nigga Shout out to Cold Crush Yeah we coming up, king of the city When I show up Bring a pound to a show security They know whats up Let me get my roll up Whats the hold up? [Verse 1: Issa Gold] Came up from the bottom cause a nigga working hard Everybody want a piece, my conscious shine just like a star Now we copping the whole thing, I blow my weed down by the jar And I'm using my three eyes a nigga watching for facade Lets get lit She like how i spit I told her pop a hit So innocent Put her on that shit She went and told her friend I remember getting caught smoking that indo in the morning Told my momma, best don't worry Ima get it how I want it We all in Ain't smoking that grade unless it's medicine My Letterman reek of the reefer Ain't tryna let us in Never sober, wake up in the morning take a hit Never heard a kind of nigga flowing like this Put my city on the map While I bang on these hits Now i laughing at these kids while I'm passing again [Hook] [Verse 2: AK] Elevated lifestyle Never aim by the prophet if it ain't on the dial Rose like Ra's, so they call me "Sun Child" But after my sesh, shorty wet like the Nile Took us back to the green room, made her go down I mean back to the team room, now Mary go round Fans shed tears, screaming you're immortal Give me a couple more years, and i would've thrown crown foreall Counting mils Stepped out the box, now my brain builds That sour diesel my brain fills Live stress free, cause pain kills Uh, stack green bills From show to show Bout to tour the globe Torch slow till your torso can't dodge those though (uhhh, nah , nah) What you niggas on? I'm in the bush with the herb I'm puffing strong Been a gift to this earth since I was born Better know your fucking work before your gone Elevated, go home you can't dethrone king Got my wisdom from the holy soul, the worlds spring Know the system want control But no i won't sink Cause New York raised the golden soul through the ink [Hook]