Key: A major•
Verse 1
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Dear Lord,
could you please tell Lucifer
turn the heat down
Feeling the flames of hell
underneath my feet now
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The block is hot,
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I hear the street demons call ing
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Playing Russian Roulette with thug nature
Sky falling, don't wanna
die broken alone
Smoke in the zone
with the homies in the car
I'm strapped up with the vest on Lord,
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please tell Lucifer
he need to turn the heat down
Cause I'm convinced
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that hell is up on these streets now
The hood is on fire,
niggas comin' out shortin'
Asphalt burnin' the soul of my Jordans
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How long will I mourn?
My homies is gettin' shot
Not even mommy's tears,
cooler drama or not
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Just gettin' hotter,
my homies can't take it no more
Sittin' tired of bein' broke,
stressed and poor
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Enemies, wanna burn me
at 3 ,000 degrees
Wanna catch me on my paper wrap,
scoutin' for cheese
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Turn the heat down
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
to turn the heat down
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I'm feeling the flames of hell
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Dm
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un derneath my feet
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G
Dm
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now
Dm
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I'm feelin' the flames of hell
underneath my feet
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It's been a long -ass road
for me and my dawgs
Late nights is cold and
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daytimes is hard
And every day is a test
F#m
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and God must be the teacher
Hatin' ass niggas
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make me travel with my heater
And Satan been waitin'
on a nigga like me
Since the day I was born, homie,
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I knew it was on Daddy gone
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and now I'm left to raise myself
The devil playin' games with me
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Got me lustin' for wealth,
so me and my homies went out to get it
No matter what, dear Lord,
I know it's wrong
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But somebody gettin' touch in',
I can feel the flames
Every day I'm in the game,
my homie died in vain
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Soon I'll be pride in his name,
and we gon' ball or die
Put it all on the line, get this money, man
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Make them haters want me to shine
For Machiavelli, killer Gaddafi, the prince
May the Lord bless your soul, nigga
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To the very end
Dear Lord, can you still lose
if I turn the heat down?
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I'm feelin' the flames of hell
Dm
un derneath my feet now
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Un derneath my feet now,
underneath my feet now
Dm
G
Feel in' the flames of hell
A
un derneath my feet now
Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
turn the heat down
G
I'm feelin' the flames of hell
Dm
un derneath my feet now
A
Un derneath my feet now,
underneath my feet now
Dm
G
Feel in' the flames of hell
underneath my feet
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I built a head to be broke,
even spoke with the folk
Made a lot of money,
dropped a lot on the floor
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Did a lot of shit I never done before
Boked a lot of hoes,
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never paid their car note
Always blast first
when it comes to this folk
It's in my bloodline,
plus my daddy done it before
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You never seen hard times,
why you beckonin' folks?
You never seen another nigga
with his brains on the floor?
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I think it's hard for me to figure
why you hatin' me for
But then again,
I'm one of the motherfuckers
to do shit for
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And then again,
I'm one of them niggas
that'll eat off the floor
C#m
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And I got bullmaster blood,
what you askin' me for?
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And you don't need
what you think you do
And you don't really wanna die,
but I'll fuck you through
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It's gettin' hotter on the streets,
I'm kill who snitchin'
And if you can't stand the heat,
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get the fuck out the kit chen
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It's gettin' hotter, nigga
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Fuck ass nigga
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I don't know shit, bitch
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
to turn the heat down?
G
I'm feelin' the flames of hell
Dm
un derneath my feet now
A
Un derneath my feet now,
underneath my feet now
Dm
G
Feel in' the flames of hell
A
un derneath my feet now
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
to turn the heat down?
G
I'm feelin' the flames of hell
Dm
under neath my feet now
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Un derneath my feet now,
underneath my feet now
Dm
G
Feelin' the flames of hell
A
Dm
un derneath my feet now
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Livin' life hot to death, we stop the press
Stop to catch my breath
and count who left
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You see this black rain pourin',
they wanna see us three -history
You wanna see me in the county
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or the coroner,
the angel's with me
So I can never give up,
Machiavelli trained soldier,
just aim and bust
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From my mental, that is,
with a pencil, that is
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No got a old soul, like he fended a bed
Lil' Wayne was a lion,
the block is scorchin'
Well, we gotta kill a cop
just to stop the torture
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Watch the vultures,
there really ain't nobody to trust
An outlaw till I die,
you better ride with us
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We stand firm in the flame,
force the faith to burn
I get a flag from the past
when the pain return
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Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
to turn the heat down
I'm feeling the flames of hell
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A
underneath my feet now
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
to turn the heat down
G
I'm feeling the flames of hell
Dm
un derneath my feet now
A
Un derneath my feet now,
underneath my feet now
Dm
G
Feel ing the flames of hell
A
un derneath my feet now
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
to turn the heat down
G
I'm feeling the flames of hell
Dm
un derneath my feet now
A
Un derneath my feet now,
underneath my feet now
Dm
G
Feel in' the flames of hell
A
G
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un derneath my feet now
Outro 1
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