Title: “Dual Currency (Pidgin Version)” — by EchoJazzy303
Intro
Yeah…Two world…one man…Eh…eh…Make you listen well…
Verse 1
Grow for place where survival na language wey dem dey talk for silence, where loyalty dey shout pass siren and pain dey waka with violence.Concrete train am, show am code wey Google no fit teach, school come sharpen brain wey boardroom no fit reach.Dreams dey flip for corner where moon dey watch hustle, now na contract dey flip for suit, still be wolf for muscle.Scar from street hide under cufflink—no mistake the package, don reason with kings and killers—same savage.Degree dey for wall but trap dey show for deal, hunger don turn many brothers to ghost for field.Fluent for struggle, sharp for money talk, empire build from instinct then polish am with sense walk.
Hook
Two currency—pain and intellect, one pay dues, the other bring respect.From street reach boardroom, every dot connect, living proof say chosen fit become wetin dem no expect.Dual mind, dual grind, master the blend, no dey switch for world—na evolve and ascend.
Verse 2
Dem teach business ethics, but survival write the law, handshake fit cost everything wey person see before.Test from school and test from street, one mark brain, the other test defeat.Past no be to glorify—na weapon to use, pain turn to profit, fear turn to cruise.Room where suit dey talk calm, he dey read am right, silence for night sef he dey read the fight.Executive table dey talk merger and growth, still dey waka place wey tomorrow no dey for oath.Dual life heavy—na crown and na curse, fire shape am finish now e dey talk for verse.
Hook
Two currency—pain and intellect, one pay dues, the other bring respect.From street reach boardroom, every dot connect, living proof say chosen fit become wetin dem no expect.Dual mind, dual grind, master the blend, no dey switch for world—na evolve and ascend.
Bridge
No be half for each side—na full for both, street baptize am then polish the oath.Sit for table still smell where e from, balance of man wey become wetin e don.Eh…eh…No be everybody fit waka am…No be everybody fit survive am…
Verse 3
Corner turn classroom, lesson come from loss, classroom turn empire—now na him dey set the cost.Strategy na pattern wey survive for dark, no dey follow their book—na rewrite from start.Discipline born from chaos, vision come from scar, dey close big deal still remember bars.Every move calculate but instinct still raw, dangerous mix wey no school fit draw.Bridge wey dem no dey mention, proof wey dem no fit clone, king from trench now dey sit for throne.
Outro
Yeah…Two world…one soul…If you know…you know…EchoJazzy303…Chiiiiii…
