[Hook]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty of money to blow
Got whips, twenty-eights
And j**elry to show
Ain't a ho I can't f** I got hoes galore
(Just don't know if this sh** worth goin fed fo)
I got a name in these streets
Plenty of money to blow
Got whips, twenty-eights
And j**elry to show
Ain't a ho I can't f** I got hoes galore
(Just don't know if this sh** worth goin fed fo)
[Verse 1]
Soon as a n***a get knocked the streets call him dumb
When the sh** hits the fan everybody run
I don't know a n***a yet who did this sh** 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 s**in all a n***as funds
Say it ain't cool when the rabbit got the gun
The sh** a game to these crackas and they havin fun
n***a you thought wouldn't tell them be the first one
It don't take nothin but one f** up and a n***a done
Visitation room that ain't how I wanna see my son
But I don't think about none of this sh** 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** around and get jammed all this sh** fallin
Take the streets from a n***a then a n***a starvin
Tried to let it go, then money kept callin
Streets been good to me got a n***a flossin
Same sh** a n***a love be the sh** that cost him
Money make n***as hate, turn n***as salty
Go to prison now, gone take me from my shorty
Bout time I get out he gone be off in college
Game f**ed up now cause all these n***as talkin
I'm a street n***a I ain't got too many options
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[Verse 3]
n***a always told me to get in this sh** 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***a break in yo house
It's hard to come up sh** when you gotta keep burnin out
It's cars, j**lery, 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**in wit these hoes they gone ask you to bounce
And n***as buyin sh** now they can't even pronounce
Done f**ed up so much money, sh** 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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