Worth Goin Fed Fo lyrics

[Hook]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty of money to blow
Got whips, twenty-eights
And jewelry to show
Ain't a ho I can't f*ck I got hoes galore
(Just don't know if this sh*t worth goin fed fo)

I got a name in these streets
Plenty of money to blow
Got whips, twenty-eights
And jewelry to show
Ain't a ho I can't f*ck I got hoes galore
(Just don't know if this sh*t worth goin fed fo)

[Verse 1]
Soon as a n*gga get knocked the streets call him dumb
When the sh*t hits the fan everybody run
I don't know a n*gga yet who did this sh*t and won
Money mean nothin to you if you ain't got a bond
The streets dead now cause everybody gettin hung
Lawyers sittin back suckin all a n*ggas funds
Say it ain't cool when the rabbit got the gun
The sh*t a game to these crackas and they havin fun
n*gga you thought wouldn't tell them be the first one
It don't take nothin but one f*ck up and a n*gga done
Visitation room that ain't how I wanna see my son
But I don't think about none of this sh*t when I'm stuntin
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[Verse 2]
I don't know if twenty-five years worth two years of ballin
That's a big pill to take and I ain't tryin to swallow it
f*ck around and get jammed all this sh*t fallin
Take the streets from a n*gga then a n*gga starvin
Tried to let it go, then money kept callin
Streets been good to me got a n*gga flossin
Same sh*t a n*gga love be the sh*t that cost him
Money make n*ggas hate, turn n*ggas salty
Go to prison now, gone take me from my shorty
Bout time I get out he gone be off in college
Game f*cked up now cause all these n*ggas talkin
I'm a street n*gga I ain't got too many options

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[Verse 3]
n*gga always told me to get in this sh*t and get out
But he ain't tell me about all the laws and all the drama
You back to square one after a n*gga break in yo house
It's hard to come up sh*t when you gotta keep burnin out
It's cars, jewlery, and hoes what's it's all about
I don't know it lil' daddy I just want a nice amount
Just gave my lil cousin eleven years for an ounce
You broke and f*ckin wit these hoes they gone ask you to bounce
And n*ggas buyin sh*t now they can't even pronounce
Done f*cked up so much money, sh*t can't even count
Hope I don't wake up one mornin wit them crackas in my house
Wit guns drawed on me wit enditement papers out
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