Rick Ross, Denzel Curry, A Boogie wit da Hoodie - Running the Streets lyrics

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

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

Fake niggas always caught up
In the realest shit mama always told me
"Watch who you be dealin' with"
Snake bitches
Can't get wrapped up in your feelings with
Never watered down
My niggas on some killin' shit


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 pissin' 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

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

She be staying up, we be layin' up, shit
When I ain't around, who you layin' up with?
Fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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

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

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 niggas 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

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