Culture Currency Lyrics

Trench baby, still go get a Hunt's and split it with the gang

Rich baby, tell me what you want, that shit be here today

Slick 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 fuck with them

Ask me bout no nigga, bout no bitches, 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 left me with still fade away, guess they ain't hurt enough

Keep your two cents nigga, 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, pussy nigga, get your vices up

Money plus the morals and the currency is culture, on God

Yeah, yeah, gotta feel me

How many niggas 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

Niggas rappin' bout some wafi, you was movin' sloppy

New designer, old Rihanna, but shit far from rocky

Heaven sent, hell bent, Bernie called me godly

Double mint with the drip, shorty called me cocky

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 nigga with a dollar sign

Niggas 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