MMG The World Is Ours

[Hook: Pharrell] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevard The rain is gone The rain is gone The rain is gone From the block to boulevard The rain is gone The rain... [Interlude: Rick Ross] This shit make me feel a certain kind of way This shit feel good 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 dogg 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 [Hook:] Pharrell] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevard The rain is gone The rain is gone The rain is gone From the block to boulevard 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 chillin, I'm still a N.E.R.D Millions and millions and millions off of verbs Well my niggas be stealin and killin and thrillin 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 iGone 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 [Hook:] Pharrell] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevard The rain is gone The rain is gone The rain is gone From the block to boulevard 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 Puffin 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! [Hook] Pharrell] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevard The rain is gone The rain is gone The rain is gone From the block to boulevard 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 geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice With a tre duece livin life like they ain't made loot Cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so I'mma 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 Unhhh! Geechie Liberace Diamonds on everything, even my posse (DIAMONDS ON EVERYTHING, EVEN MY POSSE) [Hook:] Pharrell] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevard The rain is gone The rain is gone The rain is gone From the block to boulevard The rain is gone The rain...