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 in 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
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 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 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, 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
Look at me,look at me