conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called We Run with the following description: iSHi has released the full version today with an additional feature from another New Yorker, French Montana.
  Though we’re not sure where his inspiration comes from, he knows how to craft a nasty New York beat behind cold verses from French and Raekwon, who also had a collab on Chef’s last album, F.I.L.A. iSHi is able to update the boom-bap sound with an infectious high-pitched vocal sample and a sung interlude that he presumably recorded himself. It’s a fascinating outsider’s take on NYC street sounds
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  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?!
  [Hook]
  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 he?
  (Haaan)
  [Verse 1: French Montana]
  I got dreams, cash and the cream
  Grind like a fiend for shit you've never seen
  Watch me take it over, bitches be coming over
  Money, we count it over, my niggas, they never sober
  I pull up in the Bent, dark tint, black gun; sippin clip
  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 Caesers 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
  (I'm a motherfucking coke boy)
  (I-I'm a motherfucking coke boy, coke boy, coke boy)
  (coke-coke-coke-coke boy)
  (coke boy)
  (I-I'm a motherfucking coke boy) [Hook]
  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 run, we run, we run
  We run, we run, we run
  We can run the world
  I got these funny MC's keep tryna get the lyrics
  I got 300 Don C's and I can barely fit them
  I'm like a nymphomaniac dating a schizophrenic
  What I said is what I get I'm bettin the head ridiculous
  We can run the world, just get the handcuffs off us
  Mr. Officer, don’t want no problems
  I don’t got no Glock, no girl, why you so forceful?
  It’s like I’m sounding like Floyd before another bout
  How you niggas doing, take off, sitting on mama’s couch?
  Bitch I did that shit with Raekwon the youngest with the clout
  [
  ?
  ]
  I’m forever a poet, I was never a killer
  [?
  ]
   when it grips, [?]
  Rocking on a great figure that doubled my digits
  [?] said I’m out of shape, nigga still running this city [Hook]
  Some people, look in through the needle
  This isn't where we started
  [Verse 2: Raekwon]
  [?]
   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 blame you, then fly like PamAm 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
  [?]
  [Hook]
  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
  We run, we run, we run
  We run, we run, we run
  We run, we run, we run
  We can run the world [Verse 3: Raekwon — on the 
  Spring Pieces
   version only]
  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