Cold Currency

Intro

Yeah...

Cold currency...

Everything got a price...

But not everything got a value...

Listen.

Hook

Cold currency, I count it in the dark,

Every pound got a purpose, every move leave a mark,

They want the lifestyle, I want the land,

I was raised where the future fit inside a hand.

Cold currency, no trust in the shine,

Keep the circle small, keep the vision aligned,

They can flex for the camera, let 'em chase the frame—

I'm building something quiet that outlives the name.

Verse 1

Bell melody ringing like a warning at night,

808 sliding through the estate, cold light,

I remember the winters when the cupboard got light,

When the dream felt far but the hunger felt right.

Mum worked double so the table stayed full,

Taught me patience is a weapon when the world gets cruel,

So I learned to move smart, never loud with the plan,

Let the doubters keep talking while I build with my hands.

They see the trainers, they don't see the route,

They see the confidence, they don't see the doubt,

Every closed door turned into a lesson,

Every empty pocket taught me how to bless them.

I don't worship paper, I respect the exchange,

'Cause the same thing that frees you can rearrange,

So I keep my name clean, keep my intentions straight,

Cold currency—but I decide what I create.

Hook

Cold currency, I count it in the dark,

Every pound got a purpose, every move leave a mark,

They want the lifestyle, I want the land,

I was raised where the future fit inside a hand.

Cold currency, no trust in the shine,

Keep the circle small, keep the vision aligned,

They can flex for the camera, let 'em chase the frame—

I'm building something quiet that outlives the name.

Verse 2

Late-night messages, city in a haze,

Everybody selling dreams in a temporary phase,

I seen brothers switch when the numbers got big,

Seen the same mouth praise you, then forget who you is.

So I keep receipts, not for revenge—just truth,

'Cause the road got potholes and the youth need proof,

I want a house with a garden, not a chain with a price,

I want peace in the morning, not a life full of dice.

They say money changes people—maybe,

But poverty changes people too, that's the maybe,

So I chase opportunity, not a temporary high,

Build a bridge for the young ones watching from the side.

Cold currency, but I keep my soul intact,

Every blessing got a burden, every gain got a tax,

I just move with intention, never beg for a chance,

Let the work do the talking while they watch me advance.

Bridge

They say, "What you chasing?"

I say, "Freedom."

They say, "For who?"

I say, "For the ones coming after me."

Cold currency...

But the vision stay gold.

Final Hook

Cold currency, I count it in the dark,

Every pound got a purpose, every move leave a mark,

They want the lifestyle, I want the land,

I was raised where the future fit inside a hand.

Cold currency, no trust in the shine,

Keep the circle small, keep the vision aligned,

They can flex for the camera, let 'em chase the frame—

I'm building something quiet that outlives the name.

Outro

Cold currency...

Paid in full...

Vision intact...

Yeah.