Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Family Ties

rate me

(Intro)

Some things ya have 2 see fo' yoself

Francis Ford, fucking wit them hoes

Ya niggas still can't afford

(Verse)

Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate

Just 2 rattle my cage, so much shit they sat on my plate

She know me thru records, but she don't know me 2 well

All this game is fo' sale was priceless, I keep fo' myself

Shots fired, man expired in his Jordan 3's

Small talk, turn that page, that's all they eva read

Ya graduated, ya still unemployed

Taken fo' granted, luv is null & void

No longer one & few, young Langston Hughes

Jewish intuition, I'm following cues

Niggas own Versace, don't know Nikki Giovanni

Yo paper chasing, can't see that it's running from ya

My homies from the block, they labeled me cunning

No excuse fo' my success, so they say I'm Masonic

I keep it 100, fuck her, I keep the car running

How she fuck on the back, that's 2 keep food on the stomach

(Hook)

Look at me, look at me

Realest shit ya niggas eva seen

Look at me, look at me

Look at me, look at me

(Verse 2)

Playing fo' keeps, & that's just 2 say at the least

Had a few seizures, nigga refused 2 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 2 enemies number one

Francis Ford, flows ya niggas can't ignore

Shopping wit them hoes ya 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 2 hell, any nigga wanna buy my soul

Double-M, extend my hand, I see ya stumbling

Francis Ford films budget, double 40 M's

Godfather $, filming part 4 again

Butterball, Magic City, so ya know it's him, me

(Hook)

Look at me, look at me

Realest shit ya niggas eva seen

Look at me, look at me

Look at me, look at me

(Verse 3)

I blaze J's, fuck the Dutch slave trade

Fuck a net worth when I'm just tryna maintain

Tennessee, I felt like Mr. Wendal, nigga

When ain't nobody staring out that window wit ya

Obligated, surrounded, when ya are often hated

Left a bag of that dope when they flew off 2 Vegas

It was written, Mr. Jones, a different picture

Strong as bones like Corleones, the realest figuers

Speaking in native tongues, me, myself & I

Thru Michael Rapaport eyes, it's just a lost trial

But I see the gems, I see the stars

Diabetes & all, yo name will carry on

I pray this legacy is what is left of me

Corporate cannabis giving me leprosy

Look at me, look at me

Double M, fucking G

(Hook)

Look at me, look at me

Realest shit ya niggas eva seen

Look at me, look at me

Look at me, look at me

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