Running the Streets (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Denzel Curry)

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
 Momma always told me, "Watch who you be dealin' with"
 Snake bitches can 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 sleeping on the floor to pissin' Moët
 Hope my teachers selling' dope, even sold me a sack
 Wake up in the mornin', so I need to smoke
 When I need to really cheat 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
 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 to 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 had 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 is come across, lost, a man's dead
 Dyslexic, spell day
 Street sweeper clean up the streets like Cascade
 They back on the rampage, like Quentin
 Shippin' 'em off to San Quentin
 Ran wicket with some niggas on the block
 Still stickin' on the bean
 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 that 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
 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