Worth Goin Fed Fo

[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 fuck I got hoes galore

(Just don't know if this shit 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 fuck I got hoes galore

(Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo)

[Verse 1]

Soon as a nigga get knocked the streets call him dumb

When the shit hits the fan everybody run

I don't know a nigga yet who did this shit 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 niggas funds

Say it ain't cool when the rabbit got the gun

The shit a game to these crackas and they havin fun

Nigga you thought wouldn't tell them be the first one

It don't take nothin but one fuck up and a nigga done

Visitation room that ain't how I wanna see my son

But I don't think about none of this shit when I'm stuntin

[Hook]

[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

Fuck around and get jammed all this shit fallin

Take the streets from a nigga then a nigga starvin

Tried to let it go, then money kept callin

Streets been good to me got a nigga flossin

Same shit a nigga love be the shit that cost him

Money make niggas hate, turn niggas salty

Go to prison now, gone take me from my shorty

Bout time I get out he gone be off in college

Game fucked up now cause all these niggas talkin

I'm a street nigga I ain't got too many options

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Nigga always told me to get in this shit and get out

But he ain't tell me about all the laws and all the drama

You back to square one after a nigga break in yo house

It's hard to come up shit 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 fuckin wit these hoes they gone ask you to bounce

And niggas buyin shit now they can't even pronounce

Done fucked up so much money, shit 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

[Hook]