Family Ties

Some things you have to see for yourself
 Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes
 You niggas still can't afford
 Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate
 Just to rattle my cage, so much shit they sat on my plate
 She know me through records, but she don't know me too well
 All this game is for sale was priceless, I keep for myself
 Shots fired, man expired in his Jordan 3's
 Small talk, turn that page, that's all they ever read
 You graduated, you still unemployed
 Taken for granted, love is null and void
 No longer one and few, young Langston Hughes
 Jewish intuition, I'm followin' cues
 Niggas own Versace, don't know Nikki Giovanni
 Your paper chasin', can't see that it's runnin' from you
 My homies from the block, they labeled me cunnin'
 No excuse for my success, so they say I'm Masonic
 I keep it one hundred, fuck her, I keep the car runnin'
 How she fuck on the back, that's to keep food on the stomach
 Look at me, look at me
 Realest shit you niggas ever seen
 Look at me, look at me
 Look at me, look at me
 Playin' for keeps, and that's just to say at the least
 Had a few seizures, nigga refused to get me some sleep
 I let shit slide, I should see the sparks
 Now I think about my moms when I jot these songs
 I think of certain niggas when I mention guns
 Heavy artillery, death to enemies number one
 Francis Ford, flows you niggas can't ignore
 Shoppin' with them hoes you niggas can't afford
 Bellaire Rose, they thought I'd go gold, wouldn't sell anything more
 They thought I'd fail, they thought I'd fold
 Go to hell, any nigga wanna buy my soul
 Double-M, extend my hand, I see you stumblin'
 Francis Ford films budget, double-forty M's
 Godfather money, filmin' part four again
 Butterball, Magic City, so you know it's him, me
 Look at me, look at me
 Realest shit you niggas ever seen
 Look at me, look at me
 Look at me, look at me
 I blaze J's, fuck the Dutch slave trade
 Fuck a net worth when I'm just trynna maintain
 Tennessee, I felt like Mr. Wendal, nigga
 When ain't nobody starin' out that window with you
 Obligated, surrounded, when you are often hated
 Left a bag of that dope when they flew off to Vegas
 It was written, Mr. Jones, a different picture
 Strong as bones like Corleones, the realest figuers
 Speakin' in native tongues, me, myself and I
 Through Michael Rapaport eyes, it's just a lost trial
 But I see the gems, I see the stars
 Diabetes and all, your name will carry on
 I pray this legacy is what is left of me
 Corporate cannabis givin' me leprosy
 Look at me, look at me
 Double-M, fuckin' G
 Look at me, look at me
 Realest shit you niggas ever seen
 Look at me, look at me
 Look at me, look at me