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 a E.C.M.O. which is a form of life support This story is still developing Extremely painful That's what I call this right here Oh Yo (Maybach Music) Wake up out of coma, frozen in the moment You could have the biggest click 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? I'll give you back the money just to get my health All the rifles on the block be fully automatic Kids dyin' in the projects while we livin' lavish Welfare cheese and the pigeon peas I'ma skip the lobster tails, I want the chicken wings I pray there 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 Everyday I wake up and I pray for Black Bo Damn, I miss my nigga, that's what really matter most All the diamonds and the Rollie, yeah, we pray for that Big yard full of foreigns, yeah we pray for that Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we pray for that And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back Know that we miss y'all, God, I'm 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' at Ugh, they know that there it ain't nobody controllin' me 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 'em kill me Can't let my family down, man they should've killed me If I give you it all, what am I gonna give my children? Like a pat down, gotta feel me Ain't where I wanna be now, but I will be, hey Hustle hard, get the paper never stop, never quit I'm on top, I'm on top of my shit like a fly on my shit I went hard for this shit, hey You know, you know That a change gon' come Finer things gonna come All the diamonds and the Rollie, yeah, we pray for that Big yard full of foreigns, yeah we pray for that Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we pray for that And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back Know that we miss y'all, God, I'm 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' at My closest homie got me rollin' with one in the hand I got the joke, but disagreed on what he had said What happened to the perfect picture? That's what you get when you tryna work with niggas If it's fuck the other side, then that's what it is After every murder, celebratin' off Allyiah How you jealous of a niggas swag? When every bird I got fronted got broken in half Every Sunday on my phone watching TD Jakes Read scriptures 'til my soul help me see the snakes Drop the top on the foreign when the feds out Actin' like FCI ain't given bids out Just to think about my youngin' it just give me chills Niggas jeopardize they weave just to drop a grill Glorifying snitch niggas who be cuttin' deals Let 'em go against the code for a dollar bill All the diamonds and the Rollie, yeah, we pray for that Big yard full of foreigns, yeah we pray for that Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we pray for that And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back Know that we miss y'all, God, I'm 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' at