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revelations - rick ross lyrics

revelations lyrics
[intro]
i sincerely, i sincerely pray you n*ggas richer
i sincerely pray you n*ggas 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 n*ggas blessed
feedin’ all my b*tches, and love to see your dress
i want to f*ck ’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 n*gga eatin’
do it all with the boss, so the mob get a breather

[chorus]
i pray i never k!ll 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 n*ggas 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 motherf*cker, 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)
p*ssy start droppin’ as we run the numbers up (maybach music)
we k!ll 20 n*ggas if you murder one of us
can a n*gga 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, n*gga

[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
b*tches 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 k!ll 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 n*ggas 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

- rick ross lyrics

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