Back To My Roots Lyrics

Yeah

A little more in the phones

Ok

Now you can ask my boy Chuckie C

Where was I at back in 2014

Down in the basement

Working on beats

7 days a week

Summer after Summer

Stacking and packing and crunching these numbers

Defying the odds because the odds ain't even

I balance the scale like my name is Steven

Might sound strange but you better believe it

That little bit of change in my pocket I needed it

Just to get from A to B

Thinking one day you gone be seeing me

Back in the booth

Back to my roots

A soldier on the field strapped with the boots

Getting back to my roots

Getting back to my back to my

(Ugh)

Getting back to my roots

Yeah

Ugh

Yeah

Ugh

Back to my roots

Back to my roots

Getting back in the booth

Getting back to my roots

Back to my roots

Back to my roots

Getting back in the booth

Getting back to my roots

It's beyond comprehension

It'll be a shame not to mention

So please may I have your attention

I'm the one to tell you never give up

I done been written off

Cast out and told good luck when they didn't mean it

This is my vision glad you didn't see it

(Naw naw)

Straight from God in whom I trust

The rest of you suckas could eat my dust

(Haha)

We getting back to the roots baby

Making track after track in the stu daily

Speaking of stu chefcam stir that pot greatly

A pace so smooth that it don't phase me

Ya boy crazy

Or just genius

(Genius)

Same thang

Back to my roots

Back to my roots

Getting back in the booth

Getting back to my roots

Back to my roots

Back to my roots

Getting back in the booth

Getting back to my roots

Back to my roots

Back to my roots

Getting back in the booth

Getting back to my roots

Back to my roots

Back to my roots

Getting back in the booth

Getting back to my roots