Rick Ross, Pharrell Williams, Meek Mill - MMG The World Is Ours lyrics

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

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

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 awards tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas in all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything

Here we are the world is ours
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone the rain

Yeah man, ya heard?
I rock Chanel nigga, yeah, Skateboard, heh

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 NERD
Millions and millions and millions
Off of verbs
While my niggas be stealing and killing
And thrilling for the birds making deals
Squeezing the life out of them Nextel chirps
But, 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 AP
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 (Yes, nigga)
Where the upper-classes meet, that's just me
I smash the beat

Here we are the world is ours
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone the rain

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
Tryna take the pain away
Now it's 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 on
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
Sinners playin' with hammers
Had them birds but we ain't fuck with Larry
I was just tryna ball
Ducking D's and grinding raw
But now I pull up in that thing
Them niggas gon' need some Tylenol
I'm gone!

Here we are the world is ours
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone the rain

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)

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