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letra de culture currency - 1youngsoul

trench baby, still go get a hunt’s and split it with the gang
rich baby, tell me what you want, that sh-t be here today
sl!ck baby, still might break your heart, just know i’m here to stay
i’m in my bag, not in my feelings, never feel a way

they been in my business like a customer, don’t f-ck with them
ask me bout no n-gga, bout no b-tches, got no love for us
nipsey with the hussle, after kennedy, i doubled up
only headshots is when my woman got me turning up

lesson took from l’s, i knew it all, but i ain’t learn enough
circle got so small, i saw these squares ain’t wanna huddle up
scars they lеft me with still fade away, guess thеy ain’t hurt enough
keep your two cents n-gga, you ain’t even worth enough

prayin’ that you call my bluff, last one? showed him twice a dub
and that was monthly, what’s a yearly, get your prices up
hoes and liquor, p-ssy n-gga, get your vices up
money plus the morals and the currency is culture, on god

yeah, yeah, gotta feel me
how many n-ggas that i put on stages say they hate me?
how many of you boys can say that you returned the favor?
i’ve never seen you go on tour, just seen you go through phases

traumatized, your persona drumatized
i’ma slide out with my daughter and then slide for homicides
if you drop the low, i up the score like rondo numba 9
i’m a 83 orchestrator, south memphis orator
never needed coronation
queens give me dome and patience
expensive pain, put a switchie on his broke ass
and i never had a sponsor word to co cash

and i’d never go to herbo for my first smash
n-ggas rappin’ bout some wafi, you was movin’ sloppy
new designer, old rihanna, but sh-t far from rocky
heaven sent, h-ll bent, bernie called me godly

double mint with the drip, shorty called me c-cky
baby, that’s confidence, dime ain’t use her common sense
commas what i tried to get, i ain’t rhymed like common since
still “roc” it from the soul on my hov

at times i feel like pac
it ain’t the ring in the nose
why they cling to these flows, i turn pain into poems
from the bottom where they heartless, where the pain always pouring
caught a plane, went on tour, less of rain, wanted more

lil’ one gotta shine, put it on the dotted line, that’s bottom line
standin’ on the business like a n-gga with a dollar sign
n-ggas work for clout, know you was starvin’, could’ve copped some pounds
i know some prophets needing profit, gotta call around
ask me, can we make a play, you hamlet with the style
long winded, no winning, boy, you like the cleveland browns
really bron, let em’ witness how i fell and got the crown
love for all who stayed around, you jumped ship, you gotta drown on god

- 1youngsoul

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