Run This Town
Feel it coming in the air
Hear the screams from everywhere
I’m addicted to the thrill
It’s a dangerous love affair
Can’t be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that’s on my mind
Is who’s gon’ run this town tonight
Is who’s gon’ run this town tonight
We gon’ run this town!
We are, yeah, I said it: we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get your fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds riding with their Dillingers
I get more in depth if you boys really real enough
This is la Familia, I’ll explain later
But for now, let me get back to this paper
I’m a couple bands down and I’m trying to get back
I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I’m talking 5 comma, 6 zeros, dot zero, here Doug
Back to running circles round niggas, now we squared up
Hold up!
Life’s a game, but it’s not fair
I break the rules, so I don’t care
So I keep doing my own thing
Walking tall against the rain
Victory’s within the mile
Almost there, don’t give up now
Only thing that’s on my mind
Is who’s gon’ run this town tonight
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Who’s gon’ run this town tonight?
We are, yeah, I said it: we are
You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar
Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are
Microphone fiend, this the return of the God
Peace, God, ah ah, it ain’t no nobody fresher
I’m in Maison, ah, Martin Margiela
On the table, screaming
“Fuck the other side! They’re jealous!”
We got a banquette full of broads
They got a table full of fellas
Yeah, and they ain’t spending no cake
They should throw their hand in
‘Cause they ain’t got no spades
Yeah, my whole team got dough
So my banquette is looking like millionaires’ row
Life’s a game, but it’s not fair
I break the rules, so I don’t care
So I keep doing my own thing
Walking tall against the rain
Victory’s within the mile
Almost there, don’t give up now
Only thing that’s on my mind
Is who’s gon’ run this town tonight
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Who’s gon’ run this town tonight?
It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick; no homo
I bought my whole family whips; no Volvos
Next time I’m in church: please, no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for, to push a fucking Rav 4?
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon’ want one thing
I can spend my whole life goodwill hunting
Only good gon’ come is this good when I’m cumming
She got a ass that’ll swallow up a G-string
And up top, ungh, two bee stings
And I’m beasting off the Riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
I’m just trying to change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
“What’s that, Ye?” “Baby, these heels.”
“Is that a May— what?!” “Baby, these wheels.”
You’re tripping when you ain’t sipping, have a refill
You’re feeling like you running, huh? Now you know how we feel
Whass up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Yeah, yeah, whass up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We gon’ run this town tonight