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back2thestreet
Hip-Hop/Rap
back2thestreet was released on April 17, 2026 by Glitched Records as a part of the album ArcHivAl
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Release DateApril 17, 2026
LabelGlitched Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Trophy Hoe
The Trophy Hoe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Indigo Holliday
Indigo Holliday
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synapse
Synapse
Producer
Indigo Holliday
Indigo Holliday
Producer

Lyrics

(Mmm-hmm)
Back to the street, back to these feet
Stomping up the ave, got to be sure that I
Got to be sure that I profit, I refuse to retreat
(Mmm-hmm)
I refuse to play dead, I refuse to break bread
I earn my money like my freedom, I'll obey what I said
I'll obey what life taught me, follow where my steps led
No hand holds my ass better than the throne that my hands made
(Oh-oh)
No bed gives me more sleep than where me and my dogs lay
(Oh-oh)
Ain't no castle, no kingdom gonna take weight off my chest
I'd rather be free in the streets 'cause the streets know me the best
(Oh-oh)
Back to the battle in the bed, back-to-back, head-to-head
Time to turn your fantasy to life, your desire into debt
Your sick addiction suddenly makes me fucking wet
(Mmm-hmm)
It makes me fucking cream, it makes me fucking dream
So I stack paper like I stack nice dirty folded never clean
Cash is just permission since my mom's notarized my screen
Lipstick and war paint, wet stains double as receipts
Kiss marks on the collar, bloodstains on the sheets
Ink stains on the page where survival's on repeat
Autonomy ain't free, it comes billed like hidden fees, no
Those up help me stop the midnight pop freeze, no
Heaven never fed me better than the hustle in the case
No hand holds my ass better than the throne that my hands made
(Oh-oh)
No bed gives me more sleep than where me and my dogs lay
(Oh-oh)
Ain't no castle, no kingdom gonna take weight off my chest
I'd rather be free in the streets 'cause the streets know me the best
No pillow ever held me softer than the concrete when I crashed
No hand ever fed me better than the hustle when it cashed
No roof ever kept me warmer than the fire of my grind
No chain ever fit me tighter than the freedom that I find
No hand holds my ass better than the throne that my hands made
(Oh-oh)
No bed gives me more sleep than where me and my dogs lay
(Oh-oh)
Ain't no castle, no kingdom gonna take weight off my chest
I'd rather be free in the streets 'cause the streets know me the best
(Oh-oh)
Count scars like deposits, count nights like receipts
Rent paid in bruises, hunger paid in heat
Autonomy taxed but the balance stays mine
Every page I bled on becomes another bottom line
So I fuck for survival, I dress for denial
I fight for revival, fight for my title
Every move's entitled, every scar's a file
Triple cross my spinal, boss trick disciple
I'm the scripture hustle and idol
Yeah, we bleed for it
Bottom line, yeah, we eat for it
No chains, broke free for it
No crown, but I queen for it
Pay me, never pray for it
Name me, every scar say for it
Streets called, I was made for it
Streets called, I was saved for it
Written by: Indigo Holliday
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