Running The Streets (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Denzel Curry)

[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

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

[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

[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

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

[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

[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 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

[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