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
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