PRhyme - Streets at Night lyrics

{Verse 1 – Royce da 5’9″} 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 sh** I do it for the streets, my ni–as 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 f-ck the baddest bi–hes 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 h-es 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’ {Pre-Chorus – Royce da 5’9″} 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 {Chorus – Royce da 5’9″ & Unknown} 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 dropping dimes, Nickel on the street sh** {Bridge – Unknown} I run the streets are night and day And I run the streets are night and day {Interlude – DJ Premier scratches} Back to the streets {Verse 2 – Royce da 5’9″} 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 f-ck who*es 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 bi–hes for a-s, now I’m just telling them If I get anymore fly I’ma 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 {Pre-Chorus – Royce da 5’9″} 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 {Bridge – Unknown} I run the streets are night and day And I run the streets are night and day {Interlude – DJ Premier scratches} Back to the streets {Chorus – Royce da 5’9″} 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 dropping dimes, Nickel on the street sh**