作词 : William Leonard Roberts II
 作曲 : William Leonard Roberts II
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 shit tin' 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 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
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 shit 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