Rick Ross
Текст песни Ashamed

[Intro:]
Welcome to the home of brave! (Maybach Music)
Rozay!
So self-made,
I can still count a mil without a money machine, nigga.

[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,
Boobie 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,
50 M'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 niggas doing twenty-five,
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 nigga 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 niggas, and most of them killas,
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 the smoke,
I'd rather listen, he had to ask permission,
I had to make a way, I had to act commission,
Until this day I'm slain, the commission remains,
Net I'm worth over a billion, I'm ashamed to say.

[Hook]