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
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 M'-M'-M'
 M'-M'-M'
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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, 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
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 Maybach Music
 Port of Miami 2
 Yes, we are
 Yes, we are, oh
 Oh-woah
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no