Rick Ross - MMG The World Is Ours

[Chorus: Pharrell]

Here we are

The world is ours

From the block to boulevards

The rain is gone

The rain is gone

The rain is gone

From the block to boulevards

The rain is gone

The rain...

[Interlude: Rick Ross]

This shit make me feel a certain kind of way

Huh, this shit feel good right here

This shit feel like, some Carol City shit right here

My nigga Peanut, rest in peace

See you would felt this right here

I'm on my Convertible Burt shit

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I'm feelin' myself, hope you feelin' me too

God forgives and I don't, unforgettable dude

I'm ballin' my nigga, and that's word to your mama

I want you to ride, definition of honor

Honor thy brother, but murder these hoes

Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes

Always making moves, I didn't make the rules

I'm just making ends meet with this plate of food

Went from Spaghetti-O's to a new set of Vogues

Back to square one, we still was selling those

My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dawg

Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife Dawg

On the world tours with all the wrong whores

Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores

Timing is everything, rhyming is everything

Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything

[Chorus: Pharrell]

Here we are

The world is ours

From the block to boulevards

The rain is gone

The rain

[Interlude: Pharrell]

Yeah man, ya heard?

I rock Chanel nigga, yeah, Skateboard, heh

[Verse 2: Pharrell]

They say "Skateboard, you racist

You only hang with white Cubans"

Nonsense, that's the necklace nigga, the light's moving

This is jewelry, that shit is foolery

Frozen water on my neck nigga, who cool as me?

Up in mansion like the black Kurt Cobain

My nigga Ross said he's the boss, 'cause he works cocaine

And under no certain circumstances

Will the facets of the diamonds not be disrespectful

And hurt your chain, and your feelings

Yeah they villains but I'm chilling, I'm still a N.E.R.D

Millions and millions and millions off of verbs

Well my niggas be stealing and killing and thrilling for the birds

Making deals, squeezing the life out of them Nextel chirps

I'm on my iPhone (uhh)

Bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad

The doors go up and I gone

Black boy scoring his life, I'm scoring the Oscars (I'm really am, nigga)

Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster

But now I eat the apple with my A-P

Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me

Says the little boy that loves you, who had the ashy feet

Now I wear that ashy white suit out in Fashion Week

Where the upper-classes meet, that's just me

...I smash the beat

[Chorus: Pharrell]

Here we are

The world is ours

From the block to boulevards

The rain is gone

The rain

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

Uhh, dedication to motivation, gave 'em motives to hate me

Old homies betrayed me, running around saying they made me

But when I had a quarter, they had, four and the baby

It was a whole different story, but fuck them niggas is shady

Now I'm self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise

Whole circle shining nigga, never had no selfish ways

Never had nobody tell me 'go and get it' tell me 'save'

Had to learn on my own, ask my Mama I was gone

Puffing purple getting stoned, trying to take the pain away

Now its Rolls Royces, umbrellas for a rainy day

Old heads told me "young fella, this ain't the game to play!"

Had to take the chance, told the dealer, "deal my hand"

And now that nigga's getting murdered, shit is getting scary

I put mirror tint all in the Ghost, I'm screaming Bloody Mary

Nigga Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary

Let 'em cross the line of scrimmage, they get fucking buried

They had me cutting through that field just like a rushing Barry

Slammers play with hammers

Had them birds but we don't fuck with Larry

I was just trying to ball, ducking D's and grinding raw

But now I pull up in that thing

Them niggas gon' need some Tylenol, I'm gone!

[Chorus: Pharrell]

Here we are

The world is ours

From the block to boulevards

The rain is gone

The rain

[Verse 4: Stalley]

I'm staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past

Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods

I'm gettin money - period!

They said I got a old soul and I'm rich nigga spirited

So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school

Three for my Geechi niggas with big Rollies in that new coupe

Blowing on loud, sipping on that dirty juice

With a tre-deuce, living life like they ain't made loot

'Cause what's here today could be gone tomorrow

So I'ma get it myself

I ain't known to ball, make sure my kids is straight

In case I'm gone tomorrow

Young Bonaparte, I'm noble dog like Drew Ali

Dark shades like Kool Moe Dee, cool fly nigga is who I be

Big chain with a bigger charm

Leave with a bad chick under my arm

Uhh! Geechi Liberace

Diamonds on everything, even my posse

(Diamonds on everything, even my posse)

[Chorus: Pharrell]

Here we are

The world is ours

From the block to boulevards

The rain is gone

The rain is gone

The rain is gone

From the block to boulevards

The rain is gone

The rain...

• Artist:Rick Ross
• Album:h Forever (2012)