156 Hudson - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Cash in my pocket, rain on my wrist

All this money still don't cover up the pain that exists

Standing in cold weather, I kept that flame on my hip

'Til 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 fuck with the gang, they don't listen

Loud guns, he unleash his rage with that big fifth

Just give them twenty thou', think they won't gun you down

Walk up and run you down, then smoke a fucking pound

We just some dirty niggas but we gettin' money now

Bro keep that thirty with 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 fucking 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 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 and keep on runnin' back

All this bloodshed still could never get my brother back

Wipe my tears with a hundred 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, post up with 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 "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?