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

I just want you to know you deserve the world

I’m apologizing right now

She be staying up when I ain’t coming home

Running, running, running the streets

It’s so hard to get sleep

She be staying up when I ain’t coming home

Running, running, running the streets

Running, running, running the streets

She be staying up, I ain’t coming home

Running, running, running 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 dealing with»

Snake bitches can get wrapped up in your feelings with

Never watered down, my niggas on some killing 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

Payton Manning with the poems, go look at the stats

Went from sleeping on the floor to pissing Moet

All my teachers selling dope, even sold me a sack

Wake up in the morning so I need to smoke

When I need to really 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 staying up (Staying up) When I ain’t coming home (I ain’t coming home)

Running, running, running the streets

Running, running, running the streets

She be staying up (She be staying up) I ain’t coming home (I ain’t coming home)

Running, running, running the streets

It’s so hard to get sleep

She be staying up, we be laying up, shit

When I ain’t around, who you laid up with?

Fucking, fucking, fucking it up

And I been running, running, running 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 running, running, running the streets

But, would you still be fucking with me

If I was wearing 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 coming home, and you’ll be all alone

So, think about it when you up

She be staying up (Don't think about me when I’m gone)

When I ain’t coming home ('Cause I ain’t coming home)

Running, running, running the streets (You gon' be all alone)

Running, running, running the streets (Think about me when you up)

She be staying up (She be staying up)

I ain’t coming home (I ain’t coming home)

Running, running, running the streets

It’s so hard to get sleep

Running the streets like a runny nose

Ain’t no love in the streets when you bleeding from a bullet hole

Like Stanley Yelnats, he caps, his head red

The feds come across, lost, a mans dead

Dyslexic spell dead, street-sweeper clean up the streets like Cascade

They back on a 'rampage' like Quinton, shippin' 'em off to San Quentin

Ran wicked with some niggas on the block, still stickin' on the beam

Gentrification, junkies and fiends working later

So I’m sendin' a message onto 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 in everything, on my last dying breath, I

She be staying up when I ain’t coming home

Running, running, running the streets

Running, running, running the streets

She be staying up, I ain’t coming home

Running, running, running the streets

It’s so hard to get sleep