LRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bakari Ward
[00:00.277] 作曲 : Bakari Ward
[00:00.554]Cash in my pocket, rain on my wrist
[00:13.465]All this money still don't cover up the pain that exists
[00:16.485]Stand in cold weather, I kept that flame on my hip
[00:19.222]Till I started chasing money, glad I came to my senses
[00:21.977]Hit his block up from different ways, get a wig split
[00:25.228]He got shot up and now he saved, and he Christian
[00:27.985]Wild ones, don't **** wit' the gang, they don't listen
[00:30.732]Loud guns, he unleash his rage wit' that big stick
[00:33.724]Let's give them twenty thou'
[00:34.967]They think won't gun you down
[00:35.968]Walk up and run you down
[00:37.476]Then smoke a ****ing pound
[00:38.724]We just some dirty niggas, but we gettin' money now
[00:41.469]Bro keep that .30 wit' him 'cause he need a bunch of rounds
[00:44.219]Turn that switch on, 'cause Washy love to hear that thunder sound
[00:46.973]Made a diss song, and now you rappin' from the ****ing ground, worm food
[00:49.968]When we get that low, we get to spin 'em like a whirlpool
[00:53.473]Mind your buisness, you ain't in this shit, it don't concern you
[00:56.474]156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
[00:58.977]Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach, he a target
[01:02.484]Don't care where he is, we still coming, he been heartless
[01:05.721]He been tryna kill shit for nothing
[01:07.481]156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
[01:10.489]I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets to keep on runnin' back
[01:13.465]All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
[01:16.226]Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
[01:18.727]Dirty sprite, shared, I just had to pour me up some lean
[01:21.965]Having nightmares, niggas tryna take me out my dreams
[01:24.482]I stayed right there posted up wit' my Glizzy .17
[01:27.240]And my type rare, I can't name a realer man to me
[01:29.725]He got caught up on that block, now it's a repass
[01:32.471]All he saw was Glock and heard the "Fah", he better think fast
[01:35.467]R.I.P. to Zach I woke up thinking 'bout my wingman, uh
[01:38.217]And Lil Roc scheming, why you think he got that ski-mask?
[01:41.975]156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
[01:44.465]Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach, he a target
[01:47.977]Don't care where he is, we still coming, he been heartless
[01:50.966]He been tryna kill shit for nothing
[01:52.981]156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
[01:55.983]I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets to keep on runnin' back
[01:58.732]All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
[02:01.478]Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
[00:00.277] 作曲 : Bakari Ward
[00:00.554]Cash in my pocket, rain on my wrist
[00:13.465]All this money still don't cover up the pain that exists
[00:16.485]Stand in cold weather, I kept that flame on my hip
[00:19.222]Till I started chasing money, glad I came to my senses
[00:21.977]Hit his block up from different ways, get a wig split
[00:25.228]He got shot up and now he saved, and he Christian
[00:27.985]Wild ones, don't **** wit' the gang, they don't listen
[00:30.732]Loud guns, he unleash his rage wit' that big stick
[00:33.724]Let's give them twenty thou'
[00:34.967]They think won't gun you down
[00:35.968]Walk up and run you down
[00:37.476]Then smoke a ****ing pound
[00:38.724]We just some dirty niggas, but we gettin' money now
[00:41.469]Bro keep that .30 wit' him 'cause he need a bunch of rounds
[00:44.219]Turn that switch on, 'cause Washy love to hear that thunder sound
[00:46.973]Made a diss song, and now you rappin' from the ****ing ground, worm food
[00:49.968]When we get that low, we get to spin 'em like a whirlpool
[00:53.473]Mind your buisness, you ain't in this shit, it don't concern you
[00:56.474]156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
[00:58.977]Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach, he a target
[01:02.484]Don't care where he is, we still coming, he been heartless
[01:05.721]He been tryna kill shit for nothing
[01:07.481]156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
[01:10.489]I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets to keep on runnin' back
[01:13.465]All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
[01:16.226]Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
[01:18.727]Dirty sprite, shared, I just had to pour me up some lean
[01:21.965]Having nightmares, niggas tryna take me out my dreams
[01:24.482]I stayed right there posted up wit' my Glizzy .17
[01:27.240]And my type rare, I can't name a realer man to me
[01:29.725]He got caught up on that block, now it's a repass
[01:32.471]All he saw was Glock and heard the "Fah", he better think fast
[01:35.467]R.I.P. to Zach I woke up thinking 'bout my wingman, uh
[01:38.217]And Lil Roc scheming, why you think he got that ski-mask?
[01:41.975]156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin'
[01:44.465]Starvin', I ain't have no meal in my stomach, he a target
[01:47.977]Don't care where he is, we still coming, he been heartless
[01:50.966]He been tryna kill shit for nothing
[01:52.981]156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
[01:55.983]I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets to keep on runnin' back
[01:58.732]All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
[02:01.478]Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
文本歌词
作词 : Bakari Ward
作曲 : Bakari Ward
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
Till I started chasing 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 **** wit' the gang, they don't listen
Loud guns, he unleash his rage wit' that big stick
Let's give them twenty thou'
They think won't gun you down
Walk up and run you down
Then smoke a ****ing 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 you rappin' from the ****ing ground, worm food
When we get that low, we get to spin 'em like a whirlpool
Mind your buisness, 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 coming, he been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothing
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets to keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
Dirty sprite, shared, I just had to pour me up some lean
Having 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 to me
He got caught up on that block, now it's a repass
All he saw was Glock and heard the "Fah", he better think fast
R.I.P. to Zach I woke up thinking 'bout my wingman, uh
And Lil Roc scheming, 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 coming, he been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothing
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets to keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
作曲 : Bakari Ward
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
Till I started chasing 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 **** wit' the gang, they don't listen
Loud guns, he unleash his rage wit' that big stick
Let's give them twenty thou'
They think won't gun you down
Walk up and run you down
Then smoke a ****ing 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 you rappin' from the ****ing ground, worm food
When we get that low, we get to spin 'em like a whirlpool
Mind your buisness, 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 coming, he been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothing
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets to keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
Dirty sprite, shared, I just had to pour me up some lean
Having 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 to me
He got caught up on that block, now it's a repass
All he saw was Glock and heard the "Fah", he better think fast
R.I.P. to Zach I woke up thinking 'bout my wingman, uh
And Lil Roc scheming, 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 coming, he been heartless
He been tryna kill shit for nothing
156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets to keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks)
