Cash in my pocket, rain on my wrist
All this money still don't cover up the pain that exists
Stand in cold weather, I kept that flame on my hip
'Til I started chasin' money, glad I came to my senses
Hit his block up from different ways, get a wig split
He got shot up and now he saved, and he Christian
Wild ones, don't f*ck wit' the gang, they don't listen
Loud guns, he unleash his rage wit' that big fifth
Just give them twenty thou'
Think they won't gun you down
Walk up and run you down
Then smoke a f*ckin' pound
We just some dirty niggas, but we gettin' money now
Bro keep that .30 wit' him 'cause he need a bunch of rounds
Turn that switch on, 'cause Washy love to hear that thunder sound
Made a diss song, and now he rappin' from the f*ckin' ground
Worm food, when we get that lo' we get to spinnin' like a whirlpool
Mind your business, you ain't in this shit, it don't concern you
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target, don't care where he is, we still comin'
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothin'
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets, it keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (hunnid racks)
Dirty Sprite shared, I just had to pour me up some lean
Havin' nightmares, niggas tryna take me out my dreams
I stayed right there, posted up wit' my Glizzy .17
And my type rare, I can't name a realer man than me
He got caught up on that block, now it's a repass
All he saw was Glock and heard that "Fahh", he better think fast
R.I.P. to Zach I woke up thinkin' 'bout my wingman, uh
And Lil Roc schemin', why you think he got that ski-mask?
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target, don't care where he is, we still comin'
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothin'
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets, it keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (hunnid racks)
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Cash in my pocket, rain on my wrist
All this money still don't cover up the pain that exists
Stand in cold weather, I kept that flame on my hip
'Til I started chasin' money, glad I came to my senses
Hit his block up from different ways, get a wig split
He got shot up and now he saved, and he Christian
Wild ones, don't f*ck wit' the gang, they don't listen
Loud guns, he unleash his rage wit' that big fifth
Just give them twenty thou'
Think they won't gun you down
Walk up and run you down
Then smoke a f*ckin' pound
We just some dirty niggas, but we gettin' money now
Bro keep that .30 wit' him 'cause he need a bunch of rounds
Turn that switch on, 'cause Washy love to hear that thunder sound
Made a diss song, and now he rappin' from the f*ckin' ground
Worm food, when we get that lo' we get to spinnin' like a whirlpool
Mind your business, you ain't in this shit, it don't concern you
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target, don't care where he is, we still comin'
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothin'
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets, it keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (hunnid racks)
Dirty Sprite shared, I just had to pour me up some lean
Havin' nightmares, niggas tryna take me out my dreams
I stayed right there, posted up wit' my Glizzy .17
And my type rare, I can't name a realer man than me
He got caught up on that block, now it's a repass
All he saw was Glock and heard that "Fahh", he better think fast
R.I.P. to Zach I woke up thinkin' 'bout my wingman, uh
And Lil Roc schemin', why you think he got that ski-mask?
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target, don't care where he is, we still comin'
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothin'
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets, it keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (hunnid racks)
All this money still don't cover up the pain that exists
Stand in cold weather, I kept that flame on my hip
'Til I started chasin' money, glad I came to my senses
Hit his block up from different ways, get a wig split
He got shot up and now he saved, and he Christian
Wild ones, don't f*ck wit' the gang, they don't listen
Loud guns, he unleash his rage wit' that big fifth
Just give them twenty thou'
Think they won't gun you down
Walk up and run you down
Then smoke a f*ckin' pound
We just some dirty niggas, but we gettin' money now
Bro keep that .30 wit' him 'cause he need a bunch of rounds
Turn that switch on, 'cause Washy love to hear that thunder sound
Made a diss song, and now he rappin' from the f*ckin' ground
Worm food, when we get that lo' we get to spinnin' like a whirlpool
Mind your business, you ain't in this shit, it don't concern you
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target, don't care where he is, we still comin'
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothin'
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets, it keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (hunnid racks)
Dirty Sprite shared, I just had to pour me up some lean
Havin' nightmares, niggas tryna take me out my dreams
I stayed right there, posted up wit' my Glizzy .17
And my type rare, I can't name a realer man than me
He got caught up on that block, now it's a repass
All he saw was Glock and heard that "Fahh", he better think fast
R.I.P. to Zach I woke up thinkin' 'bout my wingman, uh
And Lil Roc schemin', why you think he got that ski-mask?
156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He a target, don't care where he is, we still comin'
He been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothin'
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets, it keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (hunnid racks)
Writer: Bakari Ward
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING