Run This

Feel it comin' in the air (uh) And the screams from everywhere (okay) I'm addicted to the thrill (real talk) It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got a problem, tell me now (you know I gotta do this for the gangsters right here) Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gon' run this town tonight (H-Town) Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Trae Tha muthafuckin' Truth, nigga) We gon' run this town Yeah, I used to hide cash, now I'm lit, cash out Phantom taught haters to listen, nigga, class out Got bitches feelin' like a dancer 'cause they ass nice And plus I only kick it with them with they ass out I've been the truth, other niggas tryna fib Never that, you'd rather be kissin' a SIG Being successful is enough to make you feel hate That's probably why I'm tryna cop a mansion next to Bill Gates I remember rappin' when crowds was a no show But now I'm rockin' where them coliseum shows go Too many roaches so I swear it goin' solo Jubilee diamonds, hoppin' out with the Soul Glo Fast money got me stuntin' with a slow pose Screwed up so my trunk throwin' slow blows Hard enough to leave a passenger with a swole nose In the heat of passion, 'bout to suicide four doors Life's a game but it's not fair I break the rules so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' 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, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Is who's gon' run this town tonight? We are, yeah, I said it we are You can call me Caesar, in a dark Czar Please follow the leader, So Eric B. We are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God (Ah, ah) And ain't nobody fresher, I'm in Mason, uh Martin Margiela On the tape we're screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous We got a banquet for the broads, they got a table for of fellas And they ain't spending no cake They should throw they hand in 'Cause they ain't got no spades 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 doin' my own thing Walkin' 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, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Is 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 Volvo's Next time I'm in church, please no photos Police escorts, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This a 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 stuntin' All these girls only gon' want one thing I could spend my whole life good will hunting Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cummin She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string And up top, uh, two bee stings And I'm beastin', off the Riesling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that you do 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 trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey We gon' run this town tonight