Streets At Night Lyrics - Prhyme

Everybody comin' with they chick record, big record 

This gon' play in the clubs, radio, hit record 

Wonderin' how am I not dead, lookin' for righteousness 

You wonderin' how you gon' get ahead, I'm on my ISIS shit 

I do it for the streets, my niggas on parole without a suit 

My dogs who wanna roll without a roof 

The blogs and the critics 

I exhibit logic like the rappers without chance, that's all independent 

And all I do is fuck the baddest bitches y'all done seen 

Catch em' while they fresh and still new into the scene 

Let her know I'm polished with my Bible on the stand 

Dump her once she hit a million follows on the 'Gram 

See I ain't with the free smoke, that's what you got Drake for 

I like my hoes to be low-key, like my safe doe 

Rappers act 100, smack em' all with a stack of em' 

They softer than them socks that got the ball on the back of em' 

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And all I do is do it for the, do it for the streets (streets) 

I do it for the strong, you do it for the weak (weak) 

Any city, pick a city, Houston to the D (D) 

I do it for the, do it for the, do it for the streets 

I said hands in the sky, lemme see you reach it 

Everybody getting money, lemme see you keep it 

I said hands in the sky, lemme see you reach it 

While they droppin' dimes, Nickel on the street shit 

I run the streets all night and day 

And I run the streets all night and day 

Back to the streets 

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Everybody comin' with they chick record, big record 

This gon' play in the clubs, radio, hit record 

Either that or they come with a diss record 

I come from where you don't disrespect any of your successors 

I don't fuck whores that I can't leave in less than six seconds 

"Who the best?" is a horrible rhetorical sick question 

You guessed it, I'm throwin' bullets at you 

But you ain't about to go for long 

I pulled a .44 and let it bang like Post Malone 

Might as well get ready for your tomb, you play me 

Tell your wife she gon' be solo soon, like Swae Lee 

Quart of pills, recoupin' a deal worth a quarter mil 

All I'm tryna do is stay black and get out like Jordan Peele 

Everybody do it for the accolades, I'm tired of them 

I ain't cared about Grammys since Jay boycotted them 

Spent my first advance at Manny's, followed Pharrell and them 

Used to ask bitches for ass, now I'm just tellin' them 

If I get anymore fly I'ma need my own space suit 

Got these hoes gettin' naked like they high on K2 

All I need is five minutes, every style get augmented 

Well endowed in God's image, never smile, Kawhi Leonard 

These pellets are pedophiles, comin' out the arm bro 

Trust me, they touchy, Dudley, Arnold 

My show start at 10 and it's sold out by 11 

Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen 

But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets (streets) 

I do it for the strong, they do it for the weak (weak) 

Any city, pick a city, Houston to the D (D) 

I do it for the, do it for the, do it for the streets 

I run the streets all night and day 

And I run the streets all night and day 

Back to the streets 

I said hands in the sky, lemme see you reach it 

Everybody gettin' money, lemme see you keep it 

I said hands in the sky, lemme see you reach it 

While they droppin' dimes, Nickel on the street shit