Streets at Night

[Intro:] "Back to the streets" [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] 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' [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 (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"] 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 [Bridge] I run the streets all night and day And I run the streets all night and day [Interlude: DJ Premier scratches] "Back to the streets" [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] 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 none 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 [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 (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 all night and day And I run the streets all 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 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