Running the Streets

Maybach Music
I just want 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', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets
She be [Am]stayin' up
I ain't comin' home
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets
It's so hard to [C7]get sleep

Fake niggas always caught up in the ɾealest shit
Mama always told me, "Watch who you [A7be [Am]dealin' with"
Snake bitches, can't get wrapped up in your feelings with
Never watered down, my [A]niggas on [C7]some killin' shit
Miami mercenaries, ɾeally, that's the double M
Born baller, baby boy, I be [Am]above the ɾim
Quick step, then I plant, just like [F]I'm Durant
Peyton [C7]Manning with the poems, go look at the stats
Went from sleepin' on [C7]the floor to [C7]pissin' Moët
All my [A]teachers sellin' dope, even sold me a sack
Wake up in the mornin', so I need to [C7]smoke
When I ɾeally need to [C7]keep my [A]queen close
MAC-11, dirty money on [C7]my [A]prayer ɾug
Say a prayer for [Dm7]me, ɾeally show a player love
Time to [C7]touch a million, did it with finesse
Never wait up for [Dm7]me, go and [Bm]get your ɾest

She be [Am]stayin' up (she be [Am]stayin' up)
When I ain't comin' home (I ain't comin' home)
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets (yeah)
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets
She be [Am]stayin' up (she be [Am]stayin' up)
I ain't comin' home (I ain't comin' home)
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets (yeah)
It's so hard to [C7]get sleep

She be [Am]staying up, we be [Am]layin' up, shit
When I ain't around, who you [A7layin' up with?
Fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' it up and [Bm]I been
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' it up, yeah
We call [Em]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', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets
But would you [A7still be [Am]fuckin' with me
If I was [Am7]wearin' the same jeans for [Dm7]a week?
If I was [Am7]hungry and [Bm]I ain't have nothing to [C7]eat?
Would you, yeah, would you [A7still think about it when you [A7up?
Don't think about me when I'm gone
'Cause I ain't comin' home
And you'll be [Am]all [Em]alone
So think about it when you [A7up

She be [Am]stayin' up (don't think about me when you [A7gone)
When I ain't comin' home ('cause I ain't comin' home)
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets (and [Bm]you'll be [Am]all [Em]alone)
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets (so think about me when you [A7up)
She be [Am]stayin' up (about me when I'm gone)
I ain't comin' home (about me when I'm gone)
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets (comin' home)
It's so hard to [C7]get sleep

Runnin' the stɾeets like [F]a ɾunny nose
Ain't no love in the stɾeets when you [A7bleedin' from a bullet hole
Like Stanley Yelnats, he caps, his head ɾed
The feds' come across, lost, a man's dead
Dyslexic, spell Dade
Stɾeet sweeper clean up the stɾeets like [F]Cascade
They back on [C7]the ɾampage, like [F]Quentin
Shippin' 'em [A]off to [C7]San Quentin
Ran wicked with some niggas on [C7]the block
Still stickin' on [C7]the beam
Gentɾification, junkies, and [Bm]fiends
Workin' later, so I'm sendin' a message off to [C7]my [A]queen
If I don't make it out alive, you [A7and [Bm]I
Is the only thing important to [C7]me, in case that I die
Message ɾeceived, she's a blessing indeed
Make sure I put something away for [Dm7]when she carry my [A]seed
For my [A]unborn son, I got [Fm7]a few words left
Be better than me, and [Bm]everything, on [C7]my [A]last dyin' breath, ah

She be [Am]stayin' up
When I ain't comin' home
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets
She be [Am]stayin' up
I ain't comin' home
Runnin', ɾunnin', ɾunnin' the stɾeets
It's so hard to [C7]get sleep