Rick Ross - Family Ties lyrics
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
