Bryan Tyson - Worth Goin Fed Fo lyrics

[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 [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 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 [Hook] [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 [Hook]