Roots Lyrics

And somehow, through science and life experiences

The apple never falls from the tree

Will the apple root, decay, and plant itself

In the same soil as its predecessor

Niggahs are trifling, niggahs ain't shit

Look at my baby momma, that's my bitch

Niggah got shot with a 100 round stick

Gold chains on, don't touch my shit

Bitch get wacked with a stick

Fuck around find out, that's how it is

(Huh)

I got loosen my shit

I got loosen my wrist

I got loosen my bitch

150K a tip

I got loosen my shit

Dumb bitches getting hit

Fuck with me, young jit

Witcho Melo just trapped my shit

I'mma Crip, but ain't killed no jit

Guns and money niggah rob your shit

Ooh, met that bitch at a brothel

She was acting all hostel

Guns and money in my trunk

Cocaine can we bump

Do you get what I'm saying little niggah

Hold me back, but I'm pulling my trigger

Lots of money in my trunk

Cocaine can we bump

I just bought a Patek with that fake gold again

I got dirty bitches on my burner phone again

These drug dealers aren't my friends

But I call them my friends

If you've been through it

Now you know your roots end

I just bought a Patek with that fake gold again

I got dirty bitches on my burner phone again

These drug dealers aren't my friends

But I call them my friends

If you've been through it

Now you know your roots end

I just bought a Patek with that fake gold again

I got dirty bitches on my burner phone again

These drug dealers aren't my friends

But I call them my friends

If you've been through it

Now you know your roots end