| I say lord, lord lord lord lord
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| I pray I don’t be here
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| When it all goes down, when it all goes down
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| I say lord, lord lord lord lord
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| I pray I don’t be here
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| When it all goes down, when it all goes down
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| There’ll be hard times, and then some
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| Fire, and brimstones
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| Devil world from which you came
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| I pray that God will know my name
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| There’ll be hard times, and then some
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| Fire, and brimstones
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| Devil world from which you came
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| I pray that God will know my name
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| I say lord, lord lord lord lord
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| Lord lord lord lord
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| I remember hard times always found a way to smile
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| It was quiet, Christmas time, no pretty lights around the house
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| They told me I was loud, didn’t fit into they crowd
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| Mama need a spouse, Daddy always in and out
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| Age 15 so the caged bird sings
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| One year later seen a straight bird clean
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| All glitters ain’t gold
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| These evil niggas prayin' for your soul
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| Walkin' through the fire, Hell on God’s green Earth
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| Take a seat, close your eyes, bow your head, say chuch
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| Lord, lord lord lord lord
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| I pray I don’t be here
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| When it all goes down, when it all goes down
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| There’ll be hard times, and then some
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| Fire, and brimstones
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| Devil world from which you came
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| I pray that God will know my name
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| I say lord, lord lord lord lord
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| Lord lord lord lord
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| I’m sittin' in the trap and now done did it with the best
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| Pull a double shift it’s time to get your boy some rest
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| Money on my mind, alcohol on my breath
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| On the road to riches as I stumble every step
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| Gold on my arm, gold on my neck
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| But what’s in my heart I will cherish till the death
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| Same rainy days, but things never change
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| Prayin' to my maker just to take away this pain
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| Walkin' through the fire, Hell on God’s green Earth
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| Take a seat, close your eyes, bow your head, say chuch
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| And I’d love to see that movie man, I know your only gonna get bigger.
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| You know so, when y’all see me in the pictures on the yacht though,
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| when I’m lookin' at the pictures on the yacht and I’m seein' my homies on
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| yachts that they own you know what I mean? |
| It’s like okay, this what the movies
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| been about from day one. |
| You know a lot of times people misinterpret it,
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| as far as the Carol City Cartel, the and think it was just violence.
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| It wasn’t never about violence, it was all about survival and gettin' that
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| position. |
| So now, you know this the platform we had to use — this call is from
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| a federal prison — now dudes get in position and we love that position because
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| we love to win. |
| And we gonna continue to win, as long as we breathin'.
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| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| And our kids gon' win, and they kids gon' win
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| because this what it’s bout'. |
| You know what I mean? |
| So you already know fam,
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| the big homie, it’s just, you know what I’m sayin', a product of his
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| environment who used his environment to get in position and if a person don’t
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| like that then they don’t like success dog. |
| Because, you know, we ain’t gon'
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| never stop. |
| You know, and that’s what I like about Rick Ross and all his music
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| — beep beep — picture with words. |
| Tell everybody I send my love man,
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| and Carol City for live dog. |
| Carol City Cartel too, you hear me? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brimstone , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Hood Billionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп