[Hook]
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I got a name in these streets
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Plenty of money to blow
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Got whips, twenty-eights
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And jewelry to show
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Ain't a hoe I can't fuck I got hoes galore
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(Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo)
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I got a name in these streets
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Plenty of money to blow
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Got whips, twenty-eights
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And jewelry to show
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Ain't a hoe I can't fuck I got hoes galore
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(Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo)
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[Verse 1]
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Soon as a nigga get knocked the streets call him dumb
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When the shit hits the fan everybody run
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I don't know a nigga yet who did this shit and won
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Money mean nothin to you if you ain't got a bond
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The streets dead now cause everybody gettin hung
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Lawyers sittin back suckin all a niggas funds
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Say it ain't cool when the rabbit got the gun
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The shit a game to these crackas and they havin fun
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Nigga you thought wouldn't tell them be the first one
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It don't take nothin but one fuck up and a nigga done
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Visitation room that ain't how I wanna see my son
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But I don't think about none of this shit when I'm stuntin
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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I don't know if twenty-five years worth two years of ballin
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That's a big pill to take and I ain't tryin to swallow it
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Fuck around and get jammed all this shit fallin
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Take the streets from a nigga then a nigga starvin
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Tried to let it go, then money kept callin
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Streets been good to me got a nigga flossin
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Same shit a nigga love be the shit that cost him
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Money make niggas hate, turn niggas salty
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Go to prison now, gone take me from my shorty
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Bout time I get out he gone be off in college
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Game fucked up now cause all these niggas talkin
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I'm a street nigga I ain't got too many options
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Nigga always told me to get in this shit and get out
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But he ain't tell me about all the laws and all the drama
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You back to square one after a nigga break in yo house
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It's hard to come up shit when you gotta keep burnin out
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It's cars, jewlery, and hoes what's it's all about
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I don't know it lil' daddy I just want a nice amount
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Just gave my lil cousin eleven years for an ounce
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You broke and fuckin wit these hoes they gone ask you to bounce
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And niggas buyin shit now they can't even pronounce
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Done fucked up so much money, shit can't even count
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Hope I don't wake up one mornin wit them crackas in my house
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Wit guns drawed on me wit enditement papers out
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[Hook]
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Worth Goin' Fed Fo
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