I Still Pray

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 an ECMO which is a form of life support

This story is still developing

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Extremely painful

That's what I call this right here

Oh yo

Maybach Music

Wake up out a coma frozen in the moment

You could have the biggest clique 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 s**ttin' on yourself

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I'll give you back the money just to get my health

All the rifles on the block be fully automatic

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Kids dying in the projects while we living lavish

Welfare cheese and the pigeon P's

I'ma skip the lobster tails I want the chicken wings

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I pray it come a day when everybody eat

Your president on Twitter while my people on the street

Half these ****** snakes others wanna leech

Never cared what you make 'cause it's in my reach

Every day I wake up and I pray for Black Bo

D**n I miss my ***** that's what really matter most

All the diamonds in the Rollie yeah we prayed for that

Big yard full of foreigns yeah we prayed for that

Move mama out the ghetto yeah we prayed for that

And all my ****** locked down I hope you make it back

Know that we miss y'all got 'em hatin' that yeah

We rich forever got 'em hatin' that yeah

Ballin' on 'em got 'em hatin' that yeah

We them ****** and they hatin' that

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Uh they know it ain't nobody triller 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 him kill me

Can't let my family down man that s**t'll kill me

If I give you it all what I'ma give my children

Like a patdown gotta feel me

Ain't where I wanna be now but I will be yeah

Hustle hard get the paper never stop

Never quit I'm on top I'm on top of my s**t

I can flaunt my s**t I went hard for this s**t yeah

Uh you know

You know

You know

You know

That a change gon' come

A change gon' come

The finer things gon' come

Finer things gon' come

All the diamonds in the Rollie yeah we prayed for that

Big yard full of foreigns yeah we prayed for that

Move mama out the ghetto yeah we prayed for that

And all my ****** locked down I hope you make it back

Know that we miss y'all got 'em hatin' that yeah

We rich forever got 'em hatin' that yeah

Ballin' on 'em got 'em hatin' that yeah

We them ****** and they hatin' that

My closest homie got me rollin' with one in the head

I got the joke but disagreed on the s**t that he said

What happened to the perfect picture

That's what you get for tryna work with ******

If it's **** the other side then that's what it is

After every murder celebrating off in LIV

How you jealous of a *****'s swag

When every bird I got fronted I broke it in half

Every Sunday on my phone watching TD Jakes

Readin' scriptures to my soul helped me see the snakes

Drop the top on the foreign when the feds out

Acting like FCI ain't givin' bids out

Just to think about my youngin it just give me chills

****** jeopardize they **** just to drop a grill

Glorifyin' snitch ****** who be cuttin' deals

Let 'em go against the code for a dollar bill

All the diamonds in the Rollie yeah we prayed for that

Big yard full of foreigns yeah we prayed for that

Move mama out the ghetto yeah we prayed for that

And all my ****** locked down I hope you make it back

Know that we miss y'all got 'em hatin' that yeah

We rich forever got 'em hatin' that yeah

Ballin' on 'em got 'em hatin' that yeah

We them ****** and they hatin' that

Maybach Music

Port of Miami 2

Yes we are

Yes we are oh

Oh-woah

Oh oh oh oh oh no