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"Hundred Grand" by Zak is a captivating hip-hop track blending infectious beats with introspective lyricism. Zak's confident delivery and clever wordplay showcase ambition and determination, set against a backdrop of pulsating basslines and electronic elements. The anthemic chorus invites listeners to embrace resilience and perseverance, making it a standout track that leaves a lasting impression.

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I've got twenty bucks in my bank account
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed
I’m not impressed

Man I’m so broke
I still pay money to perform at shows
They spend their money on nothing but coke
I do the same but at Wendy’s it shows
I think thats funny now sonny stay close
I don’t know whens the last time I bought clothes
I don’t know whens the last time I swore oaths
Satan got nothing on me I keep shutting him out
Like a floater I let the ball go
Over your head
All of my money goes into my rent
Try to pay it off I don’t make a dent
I make no dollars I only make sense
I’m tracking the scent (yeah yeah)
I sleep in a tent (No I Don’t)
Got nothing to spend (yeah yeah)
I won’t let you lend (No fucking way)

I've got twenty bucks in my bank account
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed
I’m not impressed
I've got twenty bucks in my bank account
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed
I’m not impressed


I’m in debt
Stressing myself yeah I do it to death
At the bank sweating I’m holding my breath
Take out like ten bucks what do I have left (Four dollars)
Luckily I set up 2fa for antitheft (No more robbers)
Now I can’t login
I just want to check (Wait what is my password?)
I still can’t login (SHIT)
At least no one will steal it
I pray to God kneeling
That hole in my ceiling
Will stop all its leaking
I’m panicking freaking
Like why are you dripping?
I want to be drippy
I’m jealous its trippy
I’m speaking to a hole in the ceiling
Budgeting just seems so unappealing
Really think I need a financial planner
Oh wait wait I have one

I've got twenty bucks in my bank account
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed
I’m not impressed
I've got twenty bucks in my bank account
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed
I’m not impressed

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