[Intro:]
Some things you have to see for yourself
Francis Ford f*ckin with them hoes
You niggas still cant afford

[Verse 1:]
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 dont know me too well
All this game is for sale was priceless I keep for myself
Shots fired man expired in his Jordan 3s
Small talk turn that page thats 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 Im followin cues
Niggas own Versace dont know Nikki Giovanni
Your paper chasin cant see that its runnin from you
My homies from the block they labeled me cunnin
No excuse for my success so they say Im Masonic
I keep it one hundred f*ck her I keep the car runnin
How she f*ck on the back thats to keep food on the stomach

[Hook:]
Look at me look at me
Realest shit you niggas ever seen
Look at me look at me
Look at me look at me

[Verse 2:]
Playin for keeps and thats 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 cant ignore
Shoppin with them hoes you niggas cant afford
Bellaire Rose they thought Id go gold wouldnt sell anything more
They thought Id fail they thought Id 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 Ms
Godfather money filmin part four again
Butterball Magic City so you know its him me

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I blaze Js f*ck the Dutch slave trade
F*ck a net worth when Im just trynna maintain
Tennessee I felt like Mr. Wendal nigga
When aint 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 its 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*ckin G

[Hook]