"Streetlights" lyrics
Jay Worthy, Kamaiyah & Harry Fraud Lyrics
What would you do for the spotlight, ayy
What would you do for some attention, ayy
What would you do to make it prime time, ayy
What would you do to get some chicken, ayy
What you be trappin', you be whippin', ayy
Dope house givin' out fixes, ayy
Are you just tryna make it outside, ayy
Baby just tryna make a difference
La musica de Harry fraud
Baggy jeans, kumara, few polo tees
Couple fly guys with bitches who don't fuck for free, sucker free
No buses, squares, fuck with me
Catch me outside with Mr. Coca and Sugar Free
Real life, hit the blade when it turn night
Watch bitches turn tricks in Mercedes, the S-Type
Street lights come on in the summer, it get shite
That's when everybody and they mama gon' earn stripes
I was watchin' Spike Lee in my room tryna do right
The things I learned then made me strong as a steel pipe
First time I got bust on was Brazy, they missed mine
But they caught the little homie, put two in his side
Now I ride like Spice One, sayin' peace to my nine
No lullabies, baby, but I sleep with my nine
Count money, not sheep, shit deep in my mind
Casual, simple, but I sleep better with lines
The shit I did in my youth phase, federal time
They say I'm like Don Cleco, I get better with time
I'm a veteran, posted on the deuce of the nine
They think I'm really gettin' money, fuckin' models in my prime, word
What would you do for the spotlight, ayy
What would you do for some attention, ayy
What would you do to make it prime time, ayy
What would you do to get some chicken, ayy
What you be trappin', you be whippin', ayy
Dope house givin' out fixes, ayy
Are you just tryna make it outside, ayy
Baby just tryna make a difference
My mama wasn't there, daddy wasn't there
Had my mind made up, I gotta be a player
I gotta make a million, I gotta get a deal
Make it out the projects, right up to the hills
It was all just a dream, I shot up top and started fallin' down
I look up now and see who's not around
Give me my props, I made a lot of thous
I made my mama proud
Back to the top, they know I got the crown
Okay, one in a million, generational talent
Highly underrated, I should've been on Fallon
I met Cardi B, did player things with Meg The Stallion
Got my player ways from my OG, shout out to Calvin
Don't ever count me out, you better add me up
I keep the finest freaks riding passenger
Everybody doubting me, I'm gon' keep passing up
Doing flashy shit, the flyest shit immaculate
What would you do for the spotlight, ayy
What would you do for some attention, ayy
What would you do to make it prime time, ayy
What would you do to get some chicken, ayy
What you be trappin', you be whippin', ayy
Dope house givin' out fixes, ayy
Are you just tryna make it outside, ayy
Baby just tryna make a difference
What would you do for some attention, ayy
What would you do to make it prime time, ayy
What would you do to get some chicken, ayy
What you be trappin', you be whippin', ayy
Dope house givin' out fixes, ayy
Are you just tryna make it outside, ayy
Baby just tryna make a difference
La musica de Harry fraud
Baggy jeans, kumara, few polo tees
Couple fly guys with bitches who don't fuck for free, sucker free
No buses, squares, fuck with me
Catch me outside with Mr. Coca and Sugar Free
Real life, hit the blade when it turn night
Watch bitches turn tricks in Mercedes, the S-Type
Street lights come on in the summer, it get shite
That's when everybody and they mama gon' earn stripes
I was watchin' Spike Lee in my room tryna do right
The things I learned then made me strong as a steel pipe
First time I got bust on was Brazy, they missed mine
But they caught the little homie, put two in his side
Now I ride like Spice One, sayin' peace to my nine
No lullabies, baby, but I sleep with my nine
Count money, not sheep, shit deep in my mind
Casual, simple, but I sleep better with lines
The shit I did in my youth phase, federal time
They say I'm like Don Cleco, I get better with time
I'm a veteran, posted on the deuce of the nine
They think I'm really gettin' money, fuckin' models in my prime, word
What would you do for the spotlight, ayy
What would you do for some attention, ayy
What would you do to make it prime time, ayy
What would you do to get some chicken, ayy
What you be trappin', you be whippin', ayy
Dope house givin' out fixes, ayy
Are you just tryna make it outside, ayy
Baby just tryna make a difference
My mama wasn't there, daddy wasn't there
Had my mind made up, I gotta be a player
I gotta make a million, I gotta get a deal
Make it out the projects, right up to the hills
It was all just a dream, I shot up top and started fallin' down
I look up now and see who's not around
Give me my props, I made a lot of thous
I made my mama proud
Back to the top, they know I got the crown
Okay, one in a million, generational talent
Highly underrated, I should've been on Fallon
I met Cardi B, did player things with Meg The Stallion
Got my player ways from my OG, shout out to Calvin
Don't ever count me out, you better add me up
I keep the finest freaks riding passenger
Everybody doubting me, I'm gon' keep passing up
Doing flashy shit, the flyest shit immaculate
What would you do for the spotlight, ayy
What would you do for some attention, ayy
What would you do to make it prime time, ayy
What would you do to get some chicken, ayy
What you be trappin', you be whippin', ayy
Dope house givin' out fixes, ayy
Are you just tryna make it outside, ayy
Baby just tryna make a difference
