Rick Ross - MMG The World Is Ours lyrics

[Hook] Here we are, the world is ours from the block to boulevard The rain is gone The rain is gone (wooh wooh) The rain is gone from the block to boulevard (wooh wooh) The rain is gone the rain is.. [Rick Ross] I'm feelin myself, hope you feelin me too God forgives and I don't Unforgettable dude I'm ballin my n***a, and that's word to your mama I want you to ride, definition of honor Honor that 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, sh** was nice dogg Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife dog On the world tours with all the wrong who*es Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores Timing is everything, rhyming is everything Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything [Hook] [Pharrell] They say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans Nonsense, that's the necklace n***a, the light's moving This is j**elry, that sh** is foolery Frozen water on my neck n***a, who's cool as me? Up in mansions like the black Kurt Cobain My n***a Ross said he's the boss cause he works c**aine And under no certain circumstances Would the fastest of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt yo chain And your feelings, yeah they villains but I'm chillin I'm still a nerd, millions and millions and millions off a verse? My n***as be stealin' and k**in' and thrillin' for the birds Making deals squeezing life outta the next [?] I'm on my iPhone, b**hes put their naked pictures on my iPad The doors go up and iGone Black boy scorin' his life, I'm scorin' the Oscars 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 wear the ashy white suit, out in fashion week Where the upper cla**es meet, thats just me I smash the beat.. [Hook] [Meek Mill] Dedication and motivation Gave them motors to hate me Old homies betrayed me Running around saying they made me But when I had a quarter they had 4 and the baby It was a whole different story but f** ‘em thme n***as is shady Now I'm self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise Whole circle shining n***a, never had them selfish ways Never had nobody tell me "go and get a tummy shake" Had to learn on my own Ask my momma, I was gone Puffin purple getting stoned Tryna take the pain away Now its Rolls Royce's, umbrella's for a rainy day Old heads told me "young fella, this ain't the game to play!" Had to take a chance told the dealer “deal my hand” And now that n***a's gettin' murdered, sh** is getting scary I put mirror tint all in the Ghost I'm screaming Bloody Mary! n***a, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary Let 'em cross the line at scrimmage they get f**ing buried They had me cutting through that field just like a Russian was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don't f** with Larry I was just trying to ball, ducking D's and grinding raw But now I'm pulling up in that thing, them n***as gone need some tylenol I'm gone! [Hook] [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 n***a spirited So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school Three for my geechie n***as with big rollies in that new coupe Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice With a trade deuce 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 Bonapart, I'm Noah dawg, like Chi Ali, dark shades like Cool Moe Dee Cool fly n***a is who I be Big chain with a bigger charm, leavin' with a bad chick under my arm Geechi Liberace, diamonds on everything, even my posse (diamonds on everything, even my posse) [Hook]