[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

[Rick Ross]
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

[Rick Ross]
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, and 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