Worth Goin FED Fo

[Chorus: x2] I got a name in these streets Plenty money to blow Got whips 28's and jewelry to show And ain't a ho I can't fuck I got hoes to loan Just don't know if this shit worth goin' fed for [Verse 1] As soon as a nigga get knocked the streets call him dumb When this shit hit the fan everybody run I don't know a nigga yet who did this shit and won Money mean nothing to ya if you ain't got a bond The streets scared now cause everybody getting hung Lawyers sittin' back sucking all a nigga fund Said it ain't cool when the rapper got the gun This shit a game to these crackers and they having fun The nigga you thought wouldn't tell will be the first one It'll take number 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' [Chorus: x2] [Verse 2] I don't know if 25 years worth 2 years of ballin' That's a big pill to take and I ain't tryna swallow it Fuck round and get jammed and all this shit falling Take the streets from a nigga then a nigga starving Tried to let it go the money kept calling Streets been good to me got a nigga flossing Same shit a nigga love be the shit that cost him Money make niggas hate turn niggas salty Go to prison now don't take me from my shawty Bout time I get out he gon' be off in college Game fucked up now cause all these niggas talking I'm a street nigga I ain't got too many options [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3] Nigga always told me to get in this shit and get out But he ain't tell me bout all the laws and all the drama You back to square one after a nigga break into your house It's hard to come up shit when you gotta keep burnin' out Is cars jewelry and hoes what 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' with these hoes they gon' ask you to bounce And niggas buying 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 morning wit them crackers in my house With guns drawn on me and with enditment papers out [Chorus: x2] --- Worth Goin Fed Fo - Plies