Every time I walk. Every time I run. Every time I move. As always, for us. Every time I look. Every time I love. Every time I hope. As always, for us (on the street, I'm still). 내 두 발은 선뜻 걸어
Uh, what, what, uh Chorus. Street dreams are made of these. Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's. A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key. Everybody's looking for something. Street dreams are made