Harry Fraud, Kamaiyah and Jay Worthy - Streetlights

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, yeah
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

Written by:
ALBERT JOHNSON, ERIK REYES ORTIZ, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA, KENNETH BARTOLOMEI, KEVIN DEAN CROWE, MARCEL DION PRIMOUS

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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