Running the Streets lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
I  just wanted you to know you deserve the world
I'm  apologizin' right now
She be stayin' up
When I ain't comin' home
Runnin',  runnin', runnin' the streets
It's  so hard to get sleep

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She be stayin' up
When  I ain't comin' home
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets
She be stayin' up
I  ain't comin' home
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets
It's so hard to get sleep

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Fake n*ggas always caught up in the realest sh*t
Mama always told me, "Watch who you be dealin' with"
Snake b*tches, can't get wrapped up in your feelings with
Never watered down, my n*ggas on some killin' sh*t
Miami mercenaries, really, that's the double M
Born baller, baby boy, I be above the rim
Quick step, then I plant, just like I'm Durant
Peyton Manning with the poems, go look at the stats
Went from sleepin' on the floor to p*ssin' Moët
All my teachers sellin' dope, even sold me a sack
Wake up in the mornin', so I need to smoke
When I really need to keep my queen close
MAC-11, dirty money on my prayer rug
Say a prayer for me, really show a player love
Time to touch a million, did it with finesse
Never wait up for me, go and get your rest
[Chorus: Rick Ross, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, and Rick Ross & A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She be stayin' up (She be stayin' up)
When I ain't comin' home (I ain't comin' home)
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets (Yeah)
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets
She be stayin' up (She be stayin' up)
I ain't comin' home (I ain't comin' home)
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets (Yeah)
It's so hard to get sleep

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She be staying up, we be layin' up, sh*t
When I ain't around, who you layin' up with?
f*ckin', f*ckin', f*ckin' it up and I been
Runnin', runnin', runnin' it up, yeah
We call it a gang, but that's who I work with
Who I put in pain, who I put in work with
Always saying something me, when I be
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets
But would you still be f*ckin' with me
If I was wearin' the same jeans for a week?
If I was hungry and I ain't have nothing to eat?
Would you, yeah, would you still think about it when you up?
Don't think about me when I'm gone
'Cause I ain't comin' home
And you'll be all alone
So think about it when you up
[Chorus: Rick Ross, A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She be stayin' up (Don't think about me when you gone)
When I ain't comin' home ('Cause I ain't comin' home)
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets (And you'll be all alone)
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets (So think about me when you up)
She be stayin' up (About me when I'm gone)
I ain't comin' home (About me when I'm gone)
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets (Comin' home)
It's so hard to get sleep

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
Runnin' the streets like a runny nose
Ain't no love in the streets when you bleedin' from a bullet hole
Like Stanley Yelnats, he caps, his head red
The feds' come across, lost, a man's dead
Dyslexic, spell Dade
Street sweeper clean up the streets like Cascade
They back on the rampage, like Quentin
Shippin' 'em off to San Quentin
Ran wicked with some n*ggas on the block
Still stickin' on the beam
Gentrification, junkies, and fiends
Workin' later, so I'm sendin' a message off to my queen
If I don't make it out alive, you and I
Is the only thing important to me, in case I die
Message received, she's a blessing indeed
Make sure I put something away for when she carry my seed
For my unborn son, I got a few words left
Be better than me, and everything, on my last dyin' breath, ah
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She be stayin' up
When I ain't comin' home
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets
It's so hard to get sleep
She be stayin' up
I ain't comin' home
Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets
It's so hard to get sleep