paroles de chanson Family Ties - Rick Ross
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
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1 Intro
2 Hood Billionaire
3 Coke Like the 80's
4 Heavyweight
5 Neighborhood Drug Dealer
6 Phone Tap
7 Trap Luv
8 Elvis Presley Blvd.
9 Movin' Bass
10 If They Knew
11 Quintessential
12 Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch)
13 Nickel Rock
14 Burn
15 Family Ties
16 Brimstone
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