Revelations

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Rick Ross - Rap, In English

Revelations

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[Intro] I sincerely, I sincerely pray you niggas richer I sincerely pray you niggas richer [Verse 1] Wake up another day as I begin it with a prayer Pistol on the chair, OK, begin with my affairs See me in the city, boy you living on a ledge Feed me to the demons or just leave me to the feds I just bought a couple Checkers cause it's like a game of Chess Beefin' on the records but I pray them niggas blessed Feedin' all my bitches, and love to see your dress I want to fuck 'em all, so forgivе me, I'm obsessed I'ma ball with my dawgs, standing tall in thе arena LeBron on the call, it ain't no problem if I need him Garage full of cars, swear to God a nigga eatin' Do it all with the boss, so the mob get a breather [Chorus] I pray I never kill another man I'm thankful that I'm richer than I've been I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my niggas get that same chance Double up the money, now I'm loading up the jets Flying over Paris, and we smoking on the west Face card clean, that's today and 'til the death Life is just a lease, I only own my respect [Verse 2] I see you getting money, now you beefin' with your brother Evil motherfucker, wanna leave him in a puddle Filled full of greed, wouldn't even feed his mother Quarter million in this Chevy, got a new one every summer (Hahaha) Pussy start droppin' as we run the numbers up (Maybach Music) We kill 20 niggas if you murder one of us Can a nigga live, but the money is a must I done see better deals in the field dealing dust Kilos from (?) and I could leave 'em on the corner Whack him in the Chevy then pull back up in the foreign Stack your money tall then get back up in the morning, 'til your back against the wall, and you shackled in New Orleans, nigga [Chorus] I pray I never kill another man I'm thankful that I'm richer than I've been I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my niggas get that same chance Double up the money, now I'm loading up the jets Flying over Paris, and we smoking on the west Face card clean, that's today and 'til the death Life is just a lease, I only own my respect [Verse 3] Droppin' all the charges, know the prosecutors jealous Got 200 cars, guess it might just be a fetish Other rappers broke, and their excuse is living careless Got 100 houses, tryna buy my way to heaven Except that I'm sinner, but that might just be a plus Everybody 100, but how many can you trust? Y'all was sippin' lean, I had to move them to the 'tuss B.I.G. my idol, now I'm making moves with Puff Bitches on my plane, I got new models every week Santorini Greece, fat boy was jogging on a beach Coming from the lowest, now I'm labeled as a poet Put it in my prayers, then recite it in my chorus [Chorus] I pray I never kill another man I'm thankful that I'm richer than I've been (Richer) I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my niggas get that same chance Double up the money, now I'm loading up the jets Flying over Paris, and we smoking on the west Face card clean, that's today and 'til the death (Hahaha) Life is just a lease, I only own my respect

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Credits

Writers
  • Bunny Sigler
  • Mikki Farrow
  • Marvin Jackson
  • Cardiak
  • Rick Ross