text: Feel it comin in the air
  Hear the screams from everywhere
  I’m addicted to the thrill
  Its a dangerous love affair
  Can’t be scared when it goes down
  Got a problem, tell me now
  Only thing thats on my mind
  Is whos gon run this town tonight
  Is whos 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 ridin with they Dillingers
  I get more in depth if you boys really real enough
  This is la Familia, Ill explain later
  But for now, let me get back to this paper
  Im a couple bands down and Im tryin to get back
  I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks
  Yeah, Im talkin 5 comma, 6 zeros, dot zero, here Doug
  Back to runnin circles round niggas, now we squared up
  Hold up!
  Life’s a game, but its not fair
  I break the rules, so I don’t care
  So I keep doin my own thang
  Walkin tall against the rain
  Victory’s within the mile
  Almost there, don’t give up now
  Only thing thats on my mind
  Is who’s gon run this town tonight
  Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy
  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 aint no nobody fresher
  Im in Maison, ah, Martin Margiela
  On the table, screamin
  Fuck the other side! Theyre jealous!
  We got a banquette full of broads
  They got a table full of fellas
  Yeah, and they aint spendin no cake
  They should throw their hand in
  ‘Cause they aint got no spades
  Yeah, my whole team got dough
  So my banquette is lookin like millionaires row
  Life’s a game, but its not fair
  I break the rules, so I don’t care
  So I keep doin my own thang
  Walkin tall against the rain
  Victory’s within the mile
  Almost there, don’t give up now
  Only thing thats on my mind
  Is who’s gon run this town tonight
  Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy
  Who’s gon run this town tonight?
  Its crazy how you can go from bein 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 fuckin 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 Im cumming
  She got a ass thatll swallow up a G-string
  And up top, ungh, two bee stings
  And Im beasting off the Riesling
  And my nigga just made it out the precinct
  We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
  Im just tryin 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?
  Whats that, Ye? Baby, these heels.
  Is that a May— what?! Baby, these wheels.
  You trippin when you aint sippin, have a refill
  You feelin like you runnin, huh? Now you know how we feel
  Whassup!
  Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy
  Yeah, yeah, whassup!
  Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy
  We gon run this town tonight