Royal Flush - International Currency Lyrics
[chorus 4x: quazie]To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglarsInterstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers[royal flush]I cant call it cousin, this currency got me bugginStreetsll thumpin, the loose rocks for jugglinShorties be smugglin, importin keys for the governmentOther men, choose the street life to comprehendThugs and murderers, inside, power will have you turn againstYour whole fam, *****in up money inside the programHow much could I stand, two shots to third grandUltimate crime plans, this fam blocks for grandsIm tryin to make a mill, for real, so chill, let the God buildReality, based on this tax free drug salaryWit real mentality, bustin straight through galaxyMy mind rather be, lost as you never heard meFlush, your black majesty, another reason of tragedyThese is never baggin me, wastlanz forever beDrug techs and felonies, so what the ***** you tellin me?Overseas, this currency, I keep it real confident[chorus 4x][phenom pacino]***** felony cases, finger prints, names and facesGet rich niggas snitch in places you escapeI hate, this fate that I was dealt in this gameThats why I utilize, crime in my mind, to maintainCaught the six fifths and coke, plus I jumped out the boatStyrofoam the chrome, so the stay floatWhen the jiggs come, ***** the guns, bustin back thoughGot the calico, to shatter through their teflon and windowAn all out war for stack, the crime king of crackIts no stoppin, till my life go blackWhen I react, empty a two clips up in his back*****in up a g pack, trickin money on the hood ratPeace to murder stack, keep these drugs formatTry and a, supreme my team, it be that cat thats phatWastlanz, my fam, the grands you knowCuz Im soon to blow the world, big phenom pacino[chorus 4x][green eyes]Precautionary measure, endeavors to get the treasuresIts all about steam cream and inferred beamsIt seams, my lanz teamll reign supreme inside this drug thingAbove thing, our thug sling, my lovin queenGot me up in flush, queens, buildin like monopolyYaks, clocks and property, shout to streetsChoppin keys for prophecy, the street prophecy proceed in the year 3Constantly ridin cuz solidatin enterprisin devise the schemeEyes green straight from outta queensTo seen my shinin gleam, hundred shot magazineBlowin out niggas spleens, whoever interveneI see my dreams, to do my thing to make them tangibleMy fam is unmanageable, chop ya hands off and hand them to youMakin moves, state to state weight salesIn school, cash rule, my wastlanz fam stays true[chorus to fade]
