Currency

Everyone always like to talk about the money right? But what you not gonna learn from them is perspective. I remember when I was back in 3rd grade I was just a kid who had dreams of getting paid Wanted to be big like Biggie and Jay Z So you could see me from sea to shining sea Big chains, watches is all I knew Wanted to get paid so I could get one too But once I started reading And studying people’s bleeding I realized turning everything to gold is for fools Cuz I’m never gonna let the money get to me I’m a rap artist I don’t work commercially I speak in tongues to barter through the slums Trading hip hop beats for rhymes as my currency Never gonna let the money get to me I’m a rap artist I don’t work commercially I speak in tongues to barter through the slums Trading hip hop beats for rhymes What’s your currency??? Smoking Buddha on a Tuesday Rhythmically preaching philosophy Like it’s the doomsday Coming What keeps you running? Some people do it for the profit While some people do it cause they just can’t stop it It’s love and hip hop until I die Pen game so sharp it’s like a needle in your eye Deep fried How you all sound to me Humiliating yourself when you rap publicly You talk about this and you talk about that But it don’t mean nothing cause your just a copycat Rappers glorifying violence is like a plague on the streets We need to spend more time writing about peace over beats Then maybe We can plant us a new seed That’ll grow big and tall just like an apple tree And it’ll give back To the people that really need it Your life is your baby What will you feed it? Cuz I’m never gonna let the money get to me I’m a rap artist I don’t work commercially I speak in tongues to barter through the slums Trading hip hop beats for rhymes as my currency Never gonna let the money get to me I’m a rap artist I don’t work commercially I speak in tongues to barter through the slums Trading hip hop beats for rhymes What’s your currency???