CK 420
[Intro]
Yeah… CK 420.
Mill Park raised, black smoke in the air.
No halo, no mercy.
Roll it. Spark it. Burn the night.
[Verse 1]
Chris from Mill Park, scars stitched under the skin,
Mill Park Secondary, where the hard lessons begin.
Steel in the stare, cold blood in the grin,
Lockin’ up crims by the day, let the chaos sink in.
Festival gates, work security, boots on the dirt,
Bass shakes the chest while the whole crowd lurks.
Purple Haze in the paper, White Widow in the mix,
Northern Lights hit heavy, now the whole room flips.
Gorilla Glue got the fingers all stuck to the plan,
Khalifa Kush got me floatin’, middle finger to the man.
Death in the rhythm, every bar got bite,
Talk cheap? Get buried by the sound tonight.
[Chorus]
CK 420, smoke black, skies grey,
Burn through the darkness till the night’s gone away.
Purple Haze… White Widow… Northern Lights ignite,
Gorilla Glue… Khalifa Kush… we own this night.
CK 420, no fear, no retreat,
Concrete under boots, bring the fire to the beat.
[Verse 2]
Kelvin came from Ghana, built a life from the ground,
Now Seekers Crescent hears that unmistakable sound.
Roll one fat, then a spicy cigarette chase,
Layer after layer, keepin’ perfect pace.
Weed, tobacco, weed, tobacco, twist it up clean,
Clouds thick enough to hide the whole damn scene.
OG Kush, Blue Dream, Sour Diesel in the bag,
Wedding Cake loud while the neighbours all gag.
Girl Scout Cookies, Green Crack on attack,
Gelato so smooth but the bars stay black.
No fake tough talk, we survived what we saw,
Every scar’s another page in the outlaw law.
[Bridge]
Sirens sing harmony, blue lights flash,
One wrong move and your whole world’s ash.
Music festivals, barriers, bodies collide,
Then back to the cells where the monsters hide.
No sleep, just another long shift,
Life hits hard but we never drift.
[Chorus]
CK 420, smoke black, skies grey,
Burn through the darkness till the night’s gone away.
Purple Haze… White Widow… Northern Lights ignite,
Gorilla Glue… Khalifa Kush… we own this night.
CK 420, no fear, no retreat,
Concrete under boots, bring the fire to the beat.
[Outro]
Mill Park bred with a gangster mentality.
Chris and Kelvin—two names, one brutality.
From hard roads to hard bars, every lyric’s earned,
Leave the ashes in the tray while the whole world’s burned.
CK 420… fade to black.
