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 righteousnessYou 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′

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

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