She be stayin' up when I ain't comin' home Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets She be stayin' up when I ain't comin' home Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets She be stayin' up when 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 water down my niggas on some killin' shit Miami mercenaries, really, that's the double Bomb 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' mo' air All my teachers yellin', don't even sold me a sack Wake up in the mornin', so I need to smoke When I need to really keep my queen close MAC-11, dirty money on my prayer rug Say a prayer for me, really show a play of love Time to touch a million, did it with finesse Never wait up for me, go and get your rest She be stayin' up when I ain't comin' home Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets Runnin', runnin', runnin' the streets 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, we be layin' up shit When I ain't around, you layin' up with Fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' it up, and I been Runnin', runnin', runnin' it up We call it a gang, but that's who I work with Who I put in pain, who I put the work with Always sayin' somethin' 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 ain't have nothin' 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, 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 Runnin' the streets like a runnin' nose Ain't no love in the streets when you bleedin' from a bullet hole Like Stanley, yell next, he caps his head Red defense, it's gonna cross Lost a man's dead, dyslexic, spell dead Street sweeper, clean up the streets like Cascade They back on the rampage like Quentin Shippin' them off the 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 all 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 somethin' 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 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 It's so hard to get sleep