This is a song about "Living in the street"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

Now we all in the street

This is the concrete

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

When they see me out in the street

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

You want a big house cz your living in the street

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till