Rick Ross - Ashamed lyrics

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Rick Ross - Ashamed lyrics

[Verse 1] Got on my darkest shades, this man is made Inherit no riches, Jehovah's my witness Physical fitness, home economics In the kitchen digital scales producing the product Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave They wanna know names, they toting on thangs Never wanted the fame, just wanted the Range I needed some change, mama needed a raise She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage I'm feeling the same, all these criminals paid Wearing Bally's and gold, I'm selling dope shameless to say And maybe one day I could put this pain away Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say I'm ashamed to say Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say [Hook] (Honey, it's shameless Shameless, what you've done) Until then I'mma be the d-boy, I'm ashamed to say Until then I'mma be the d-boy, I'm ashamed to say [Verse 2] Before I was a fetus, had the genes of a leader I mean look at my features, educated my teachers I was calling them plays, you were still in the bleaches b**bie gave me the game, change to give me some sneakers Now I'm roaming the block, car missing the top Meaning missing a roof, hope you listening y'all I was dealt a few blows, I felt a few lows Even shed a few tears, I traveled that road Went from walking on gravel, now I'm riding on vogues 50M's in the bank, I get me 200, I'm gone Still so close to the hood, I'm ashamed to say All the money in the world can't take this pain away It's just another story at the campfire Court side seats with the franchise I think about my n***as doing 25 Shining bright, who am I for you to criticize? [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm smoking psychedelics, I hustle like a felon Hottest record label, but still in all I'm chilling Not a crack in my voice, this young n***a so poised First I stack some money, then go to war with them boys Anybody can get it, hand his man some tissues Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues These emotional n***as, and most of them k**as They moving in silence, but they follow your Twitters These the games that they play, they study your Instagram pictures See I live by the code that the mafia wrote When he ran his mouth, me I'd rather smoke I'd rather listen, he had to ask permission I had to make a way, I had to act commission Until this day am slanging, the commission remains Now I'm worth over a billion, I'm ashamed to say [Hook]