This is a song about "Street cred"

Writing this shit on rappad lets give that cred to amir for this sick ass website

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

I’m way harder than the concrete

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

More money that mean less sleep

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Follow these rules you'll have mad cred to break up

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

My cred represents for my neighborhood, it's spread evidence,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

I come from humble beginnings, some cred and gracious roots,

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed