I Still Pray - Rick Ross feat YFN Lucci & Ball Greezy
Rick Ross was reportedly hospitalized early Friday morning
Sources close to Rick Ross tell that he's been hooked up to a machine that's taking over the function of his heart and lungs
He's reported getting treatment in the cardiac unit; which is a strong sign that he could've suffered a heart attack that started as a respiratory problem early Thursday morning
He's hooked up to a E.C.M.O. which is a form of life support
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Extremely painful
That's what I call this right here
Oh
Yo (Maybach Music)
Wake up out of coma, frozen in the moment
You could have the biggest click but you gon' die a loner
Tubes down my throat, rules that I broke
All these quotes that I wrote and never cared to vote
What good is all the wealth sh_ttin' on yourself?
I'll give you back the money just to get my health
All the rifles on the block be fully automatic
Kids dyin' in the projects while we livin' lavish
Welfare cheese and the pigeon peas
I'ma skip the lobster tails, I want the chicken wings
I pray there come a day when everybody eat
Your president on Twitter, while my people on the street
Half these n_ggas snakes, others wanna leech
Never cared what you make 'cause it's in my reach
Everyday I wake up and I pray for Black Bo
Damn, I miss my n_gga, that's what really matter most
All the diamonds and the Rollie, yeah, we pray for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah we pray for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we pray for that
And all my n_ggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y'all, God, I'm hatin' that
Yeah, we rich forever, got 'em hatin' that
Yeah, ballin' on 'em, got 'em hatin' that
Yeah, we them n_ggas and they hatin' at
Ugh, they know that there it ain't nobody controllin' me
Yeah, Lonely at the top but I'm up here
Yeah, ain't no feeling in this world better than this one, yeah
I might load some rounds before I let 'em kill me
Can't let my family down, man they should've killed me
If I give you it all, what am I gonna give my children?
Like a pat down, gotta feel me
Ain't where I wanna be now, but I will be, hey
Hustle hard, get the paper never stop, never quit
I'm on top, I'm on top of my sh_t like a fly on my sh_t
I went hard for this sh_t, hey
You know, you know
That a change gon' come
Finer things gonna come
All the diamonds and the Rollie, yeah, we pray for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah we pray for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we pray for that
And all my n_ggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y'all, God, I'm hatin' that
Yeah, we rich forever, got 'em hatin' that
Yeah, ballin' on 'em, got 'em hatin' that
Yeah, we them n_ggas and they hatin' at
My closest homie got me rollin' with one in the hand
I got the joke, but disagreed on what he had said
What happened to the perfect picture?
That's what you get when you tryna work with n_ggas
If it's f_ck the other side, then that's what it is
After every murder, celebratin' off Allyiah
How you jealous of a n_ggas swag?
When every bird I got fronted got broken in half
Every Sunday on my phone watching TD Jakes
Read scriptures 'til my soul help me see the snakes
Drop the top on the foreign when the feds out
Actin' like FCI ain't given bids out
Just to think about my youngin' it just give me chills
N_ggas jeopardize they weave just to drop a grill
Glorifying snitch n_ggas who be cuttin' deals
Let 'em go against the code for a dollar bill
All the diamonds and the Rollie, yeah, we pray for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah we pray for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we pray for that
And all my n_ggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y'all, God, I'm hatin' that
Yeah, we rich forever, got 'em hatin' that
Yeah, ballin' on 'em, got 'em hatin' that
Yeah, we them n_ggas and they hatin' at
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