International Currency [Intro] - Royal Flush

To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglars

Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers

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 fuck you tellin me?

Overseas, this currency, I keep it real confident

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

Cuz I’m soon to blow the world, big Phenom Pacino

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 cuz 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