Revelations - Rick Ross

I sincerely, I sincerely pray you niggas richer

I sincerely pray you niggas richer

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 forgive me, I’m obsessed

I’ma ball with my dawgs, standing 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 nigga eatin'

Do it all with the boss, so the mob get a breather

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

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

Pussy start droppin' as we run the numbers up

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

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

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

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