[bad word] 
I’m talking’ bout roots
I can’t hate where I’m from
Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me...me
That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
I’m talking bout roots

Verse 1
Hey I can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
I don’t regret my ghetto [bad word] due to my success
It ain’t that beautiful to write on [bad word] stress
Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was fed
Look at me now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row
The dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been poor
The projects burnin’ white, I call it gizmo
Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga video
Can’t find a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I live to I’m livin’ like my Momma told it
Before you rip it, gotta sew it
Yeah

 [bad word] 
I’m talking’ bout roots
I can’t hate where I’m from
Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me...me
That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
I’m talking bout roots

Verse 2
Hey, still on my coupe but can’t take
Somebody had to be just to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe
Oh yea I had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day
Pain, I can’t ignore it, you might say I’m ignorant
I’m mistakin’ for courage, which victory so gorgeous
Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important
37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy
I’m thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy
There’s only five letters really help me

 [bad word] 
I’m talking’ bout roots
I can’t hate where I’m from
Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me...me
That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
I’m talking bout roots

Verse 3
Hey I know the seeds been planted
It’s damaging my soul but my dreams been granted
That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more than redoing I never planned it
Gets no lower than a grabbin’ on your feet
man will stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet
baller and a hitter all in the street
If you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease
Roots before the branches, roots before mansions
Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson
Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas
Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish

 [bad word] 
I’m talking’ bout roots
I can’t hate where I’m from
Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me...me
That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
I’m talking bout roots