MMG The World Is Ours Rick Ross (Ft. Meek Mill, Pharrell Williams & Stalley)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
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 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