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Rick Ross - Revelations (Official Audio)
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실연 아티스트
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
보컬
The Three Degrees
The Three Degrees
음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트
작곡 및 작사
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
송라이터
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
송라이터
Walter Sigler
Walter Sigler
송라이터
Marvin Jackson
Marvin Jackson
송라이터
Mikki Farrow
Mikki Farrow
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Cardiak
Cardiak
프로듀서
John Rivers
John Rivers
믹싱 엔지니어
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
마스터링 엔지니어
Trop
Trop
레코딩 엔지니어

가사

I sincerely, I sincerely pray you n— richer I sincerely pray you n— richer Wake up another day as I begin it with a prayer Pistol on the chair, Ookay, begin with my affairs See me in the city, boy, you're livin' 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— blessed Feedin' all my —, and I love to see your dress I wanna f— 'em all, so forgive me, I'm obsessed So I'ma ball with my dawgs, standin' tall in the arena LeBron on the call, it ain't no problem if I need him Garage full of cars, swear to God a n— eatin' Do it all with the boss, so the mob get a breather I pray I never kill another man (another man) Thankful that I'm richer than I've been I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my n— 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 I see you getting money, now you beefin' with your brother Evil motherf—, 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 Pussy start droppin' as we run the numbers up We kill 20 n— if you murder one of us Can a n— live, but the money is a must I done see better deals in the field dealin' dust Kilos run concurrent, 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 mornin' 'Til your back against the wall And you shackled in New Orleans, n— I pray I never kill another man Thankful that I'm richer than I've been I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my n— 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 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 makin' moves with Puff — 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 I pray I never kill another man (kill another man) Thankful that I'm richer than I've been (richer) I wanna travel roads that I have never been I pray my n— 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
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Carl E. Mccormick, Mikki Farrow, Walter B. Sigler, Michael Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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