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Rick Ross - I Still Pray Lyrics

I Still Pray Song Lyrics
I Still Pray by Rick Ross [Intro: Rick Ross]
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)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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, sh*ttin’ 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

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
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’)

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
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 sh*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 sh*t
I can flaunt my sh*t, I went hard for this sh*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)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
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

[Verse 3: Ball Greezy]
My closest homie got me rollin’ with one in the head
I got the joke but disagreed on the sh*t 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 f**k 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’)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
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

[Outro]
Maybach Music
Port of Miami 2
Yes, we are
Yes, we are, oh
Oh-woah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no