Text: Yelawolf. I Run.

I run the streets all night and day
(The hood love thug)
Cause I still run the streets all night and day
(If ya tryna find me)
I rep for my city, go hard for the hood
Still posted on that block, what's good?
And I run the streets all night and day
(ha) I can't stay away

They don't make too many niggas like me
Bonafide hustler, certified G
Still got that work if ya got the right fee
Ya thinkin shit fake, well nigga come see
It's bigger than the jewels, it's bigger than the cars
It's bigger than the fact that we fuckin rap stars
These street niggas know me, these boys got my contacts
Knowin any given minute I can come back
I put a bitch on, not ten until I run that
Give her ten and tell her don't bring none back
I'm still in the hood, I can't leave the streets
It's in my blood, I'm a thug til I be deceased

I run the streets all night and day
(The hood love thug)
Cause I still run the streets all night and day
(If ya tryna find me)
I rep for my city, go hard for the hood
Still posted on that block, what's good?
And I run the streets all night and day
(ha) I can't stay away

It's hot on my block, somebody turn the fan on
I've been paid I'm just tryna turn my mans on
and get my bread strong, streets miss me when I'm gone
I put on for my city like Jeezy's song
Please believe me homes, matter fact check my stats
I ain't dropped in three years, but I'm back
Where the money at? that's the first question
You better pack a strap, that's the first lesson
Hard times, got the whole United States stressin
I'm writin a book, how to survive in no recession
Mr. Obama, we so tired of sellin crack
If ya lookin for me, ask the streets where I'm at

I run the streets all night and day
(The hood love thug)
Cause I still run the streets all night and day
(If ya tryna find me)
I rep for my city, go hard for the hood
Still posted on that block, what's good?
And I run the streets all night and day
(ha) I can't stay away

It's home, sweet home where the D boys roam
Movin stone for stone, a zone for zone
All night, gettin it on til six in the morn
The shit I'm smokin on, stronger than cologne
You can probably smell the smoke through ya head bones
If ya still broke, better get your bread long
Call me on that burner cause the fed's on my bones
And I'ma run the streets til I'm under my headstone

I run the streets all night and day
(The hood love thug)
Cause I still run the streets all night and day
(If ya tryna find me)
I rep for my city, go hard for the hood
Still posted on that block, what's good?
And I run the streets all night and day
(ha) I can't stay away