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currency - nick wiz 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 f*ck with this cactus sticking you up, b*tch
run your bracelet, pocketbook, and your chain, trick
glass pot? we cook in it, drugging your brain—sh*t!
shabaam sahdeeq never caught kicking the same sh*t
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 h*ll you saying, kid?
don’t you know these east coast n*ggas 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 n*ggas that don’t know how to behave—blat!
in the grave—d*mn, why it gotta be that way?
black*on*black crime? ain’t none of us gon’ eat that way

[verse 3: shabaam sahdeeq]
n*ggas
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?!?
f*ck 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 f*cking with nick wiz and the fam, kid
b*tch n*ggas? they get no mercy from this man ‘baam
sahdeeq, ‘baam ain’t sweet. without heat, ban
the first motherf*cker, 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

- nick wiz lyrics

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