Family Ties Lyrics - Hood Billionaire - 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 

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Realest shit you niggas ever seen 

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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 

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Realest shit you niggas ever seen 

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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