I Still Pray (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 an ECMO, which is a form of life support This story is still developing M'-M'-M' M'-M'-M' 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, shittin' on yourself? (M'-M'-M') I'll give you back the money just to get my health All the rifles on the block be fully automatic (M'-M'-M') 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 (M'-M'-M') I pray it come a day when everybody eat Your president on Twitter while my people on the street Half these niggas 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 Damn, I miss my nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas and they hatin' that (M'-M'-M') 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 shit'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 shit I can flaunt my shit, I went hard for this shit, 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 (M'-M'-M') Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that And all my niggas 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 niggas and they hatin' that My closest homie got me rollin' with one in the head I got the joke but disagreed on the shit that he said What happened to the perfect picture? (M'-M'-M') That's what you get for tryna work with niggas If it's fuck the other side, then that's what it is After every murder, celebrating off in LIV How you jealous of a nigga's swag? When every bird I got fronted, I broke it in half? (M'-M'-M') 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 Niggas jeopardize they weed just to drop a grill Glorifyin' snitch niggas who be cuttin' deals Let 'em go against the code for a dollar bill (M'-M'-M') 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 niggas 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 niggas 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