Lyrical Breakdown of Running the Streets (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Denzel Curry) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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