For the streets

I did it all for the streets, it's done Nothing for me

I just keep on doing music so they Can't ignore me

Growing up the way I did, kid who Living poorly Now I'm publishing My name, it's a different

Story Since I fell in love with rap, it's A different

kind of trap It's a different kind of Life, Getting high

When I relax I can write this in my Sleep, Man don't

Have no naps I'm trying to get this Cash, the proof is

In the mash The proof is in the Pudding, that's not what

We're cooking My boy is in the kitchen, cannot get a looking

You cannot catch him whipping, Certain man are snitching