Bobby Eli - Family Ties lyrics

[Intro] Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, f**in' with them hoes You n***as still can't afford [Verse 1] Made so many mistakes I know that my n***as relate Just to rattle my cage, so much sh** 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 n***as 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, f** her, I keep the car runnin' How she f** on the back, that's to keep food in the stomach [Hook] Look at me, look at me Realest sh** you n***as ever seen Look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me [Verse 2] Playin' for keeps, and that's just to say at the least Had a few seizures, n***a refused to get me some sleep I let sh** slide, I should see the sparks Now I think about my moms when I jot these songs I think of certain n***as when I mention guns Heavy artillery, d**h to enemies number one Francis Ford, flows you n***as can't ignore Shoppin' with them hoes you n***as can't afford Belaire 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 n***a 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 bu*terball, Magic City, so you know it's him, me [Hook] Look at me, look at me Realest sh** you n***as ever seen Look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me [Verse 3] I blaze J's, f** the Dutch slave trade f** a net worth when I'm just trynna maintain Tennessee, I felt like Mr. Wendal, n***a 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 figures 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, f**in' G [Hook] Look at me, look at me Realest sh** you n***as ever seen Look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me Look at me,look at me