We Run - iSHi, French Montana, Wale

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