We Run (feat. French Montana, Wale & Raekwon)

Who?! Who, who is this person you're talking about?! Who is this person you're talking about?! You answer me now?! ISHi?! Who is he?! Who is he?! We can run the world, we can, we can run the world We can run the world, we can, we can run the world We can run the world, we can, we can run the world Who-who-who-who-who-who is he? Who-who-who-who-who-who is he? Who-who-who-who-who-who is hi? (Haaan) I got dreams, cash and the cream Ground like a fiend for shit you've never seen Watch me take it over, bitch be coming over Money, we count it over, my niggas, they never sober I pull up in a Benz, dark tint, black [?] Bent, clock in, black shoes, my attitude's Fuck for the dollar, nothing, hit the bottle Fifth clap skater lap, all black raider hat Served the customers to custom make the Porsche Nasir Jones, homie, the world is yours I'm Tony Montana with a bitch from Atlanta At the [?] Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom, haan Dirty money hit me like a needle Got me standing on the street like the Beatles I'm a motherfucking coke boy Baby, come and run the world with a dope boy Some people, look in through the needle This isn't where we started They see you running through the fields Deep inside a capsuled, freedom, you know nothing at all We run We run We run We can run the world [?] amazing in weather, rocking big leathers Catch him on the block stocking since the red jetters Monkey flipping, brand gamble with the chop headers Won't take no shorts, we don't jock niggas Fast and furious, though curious That I'll [?] from your home Julius Just bounce, drop the Uzi and fly, meet you at the Ritz Sweet 19 and switch up the whips, yo Young De Niro, the black hand, mafia gang land Where niggas bang out and do the same jam I be in Brazil stroking 'em down And for the hell I blam you, then fly like [?] do Whoever said I went down? I was configurating this money To feed my babies monthly and retire But now I'm more larger, smarter, call me the martyr This separating me from these authors So people, looking through the needle This isn't where we started They see you're running to the fields Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at all At all At all You know nothing at all Yeah, all that [?] Revolution eyes gangstas heads broccoli [?] snipers and broccoli This is all graphic from professinal killas, it's true Don't get excited until we tell you too Motile magnificent heavy armor rap We go until the clock stop, don't bother black dudes Billy club boys, those architects and street politics Keep it hard like scholarships Stadium shit, listen 2 bars exemplified All I know is some came and some died But from the cloth to the wardrobe fly, rich Intelligent drama king is interchangeable like the Morris code