Renzel, aka Ricky Rubin
I miss you kissin' my lips, consoling my confidence
I'll probably just ring the heart of something that's heaven sent
Scars for the flesh, war wounds for the soul
Success is another test and we wanted the highest score
Mother did her job, fund a little love
But it never was enough cause I wanna be a thug
Tears fall all the way to the south of France
Poverty line hang lower than my pants
Invited to the Grammy's but I feel so out of place
After we washed plates and they was always out of steak
That is a sin, I was built to win
Came to win the title, Rozay wavin' in the stands
Academics was a myth, I can always plead the fifth
Or give it to you live, Beethoven on the Fifth
Your favorite films tank, Titanic sank
Aroma of the dank as I'm breathin' through the bank
Black market open for business from the poors to the riches
From the poors to the riches
From the poors to the riches
From the poors to the riches
Ricky Ross
So hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry, for everything that I've done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry, for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore

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