Running The Streets

(专辑： Port Of Miami 2 - 2019)

[Rick Ross:]
Maybach Music
I just wanted 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't 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
Peyton Manning with the poems, go look at the stats
Went from sleeping on the floor to pissing Moët
All my teachers selling dope, even sold me a sack
Wake up in the morning, 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) {Both}:]
She be staying up (She be staying up)
When I ain't coming home (I ain't coming home)
{Running, running, running the streets} (Yeah)
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 (Yeah)
It's so hard to get sleep

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie:]
She be staying up, we be laying up, shit
When I ain't around, who you laying 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 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

[Rick Ross (A Boogie wit da Hoodie):]
She be staying up (Don't think about me when you gone)
When I ain't coming home ('Cause I ain't coming home)
Running, running, running the streets (And you'll be all alone)
Running, running, running the streets (So think about me when you up)
She be staying up (About me when I'm gone)
I ain't coming home (About me when I'm gone)
Running, running, running the streets (Coming home)
It's so hard to get sleep

[Denzel Curry:]
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 man's dead
Dyslexic, spell Dade
Street sweeper clean up the streets like Cascade
They back on the rampage, like Quentin
Shipping 'em off to San Quentin
Ran wicked with some niggas on the block
Still sticking on the beam
Gentrification, junkies, and fiends
Working later, so I'm sending 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 dying breath, ah

[Rick Ross:]
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
I ain't coming home
Running, running, running the streets
It's so hard to get sleep