International Currency (Royal Flush)

To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglars Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers (4x) I can't call it cousin, this currency got me buggin Streets'll thumpin, the loose rocks for jugglin Shorties be smugglin, importin keys for the government Other men, choose the street life to comprehend Thugs and murderers, inside, power will have you turn against Your whole fam, fuckin up money inside the program How much could I stand, two shots to third grand Ultimate crime plans, this fam blocks for grands I'm tryin to make a mill, for real, so chill, let the God build Reality, based on this tax free drug salary Wit real mentality, bustin straight through galaxy My mind rather be, lost as you never heard me Flush, your black majesty, another reason of tragedy These is never baggin me, Wastlanz forever be Drug tech's and felonies, so what the f**k you tellin me? Overseas, this currency, I keep it real confident To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglars Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers (4x) Fuck felony cases, finger prints, names and faces Get rich niggas snitch in places you escape I hate, this fate that I was dealt in this game That's why I utilize, crime in my mind, to maintain Caught the six fifths and coke, plus I jumped out the boat Styrofoam the chrome, so the stay float When the jiggs come, cock the guns, bustin back though Got the calico, to shatter through their teflon and window An all out war for stack, the crime king of crack It's no stoppin, till my life go black When I react, empty a two clips up in his back Fuckin up a g pack, trickin money on the hood rat Peace to murder stack, keep these drugs format Try and a, supreme my team, it be that cat that's phat Wastlanz, my fam, the grand's you know 'cause I'm soon to blow the world, big Phenom Pacino To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglars Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers (4x) Precautionary measure, endeavors to get the treasures It's all about steam cream and inferred beams It seams, my 'Lanz team'll reign supreme inside this drug thing Above thing, our thug sling, my lovin queen Got me up in Flush, Queens, buildin like Monopoly Yaks, clocks and property, shout to streets Choppin keys for prophecy, the street prophecy proceed in the year 3 Constantly ridin 'cause solidatin enterprisin devise the scheme Eyes Green straight from outta Queens To seen my shinin gleam, hundred shot magazine Blowin out niggas spleens, whoever intervene I see my dreams, to do my thing to make them tangible My fam is unmanageable, chop ya hands off and hand them to you Makin moves, state to state weight sales In school, cash rule, my Wastlanz fam stays true To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglars Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers