Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Streets at Night, artist - PRhyme. Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Streets at Night |
| Everybody coming with they chick record, big record |
| This gon' play in the clubs, radio, hit record |
| Wondering how am I not dead, looking for righteousness |
| You wondering 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' |
| And all I do is do it for the, do it for the streets |
| I do it for the strong, you do it for the weak |
| Any city, pick a city, Houston to the 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 learned the streets are night and day |
| And I learned the streets are night and day |
| Back to the streets |
| Everybody coming 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 throwing 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, recouping 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 telling them |
| If I get anymore fly imma need my own space suit |
| Got these hoes getting 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, coming 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 |
| I do it for the strong, they do it for the weak |
| Any city, pick a city, Houston to the D |
| I do it for the, do it for the, do it for the streets |
| I learned the streets are night and day |
| And I learned the streets are night and day |
| Back to 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 |