Currency

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Shabaam Sahdeeq - "Currency" [Emcee(s): Shabaam Sahdeeq] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Verse 1: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Any block? We locking it. Any mic? We rocking it Any beat? We chopping it. Lines? We dropping it Any party? We live in it. Any war? Surviving it 'Cause we survivalists living in city wilderness Any toast? We busting it. Any club? We rushing it Any cyph'? We stick out trife like peninsulas You can't fuck with this cactus sticking you up, bitch Run your bracelet, pocketbook, and your chain, trick Glass pot? We cook in it, drugging your brain—shit! Shabaam Sahdeeq never caught kicking the same shit Any toke? We ripping it. Like a clip, we sticking it Lyrics ridiculous—bump it in your box, kid! [Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to minе Currency change hands from yours to mine Currеncy change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine [Verse 2: Shabaam Sahdeeq] I'm no Studio gangsta—blast when I has ta Gash when I has ta. See your ass after All I hear is laughter when the chicks pass ya 'Cause you funny style, straight no-money style, straight No credentials. What the hell you saying, kid? Don't you know these East Coast niggas ain't playing, kid? In high school, all I could afford was army pants But when it was time for war, we swarmed like army ants War chant, yucca, ran raid, black There's a lot of niggas that don't know how to behave—blat! In the grave—damn, why it gotta be that way? Black-on-black crime? Ain't none of us gon' eat that way [Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine [Verse 3: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Niggas Get knocked trying to eat. Life ain't sweet It's a test—I study up, ain't trying to get an F, plus Seats plush, recline, dart through your hood—what?!? Fuck around, you lay around when you blazed up Can't feel your legs, cold from the waist up And you leaking, holding your jaw from a face cut That's what you get fucking with Nick Wiz and the fam, kid Bitch niggas? They get no mercy from this man 'Baam Sahdeeq, 'Baam ain't sweet. Without heat, ban The first motherfucker, knocking you off of your feet. Peep The style, don't get it twist 'cause I smile at jokes Splash acid in your face and blind you folk [Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine Currency change hands from yours to mine