Roots Lyrics

I been balling

On a budget

Focused on the money

But apart of me say fuck it

If I spend my nights alone

Who give a fuck

About the stunting

But the game

I wanna run it

Every track a bucket

Every track a swish

They ain't workin

How I'm workin

But that ain't even a diss

Thinking bout my ex miss

Could've made her mrs

Maybe one day when i make it

I could take her on a trip

But i don't even trip

Cause the way that I been rapping

I'll be laid up with the baddest

Give the wrong things my time

I been tryna break the habit

T-rabbit on the rhymes

Inhale alotta cabbage

Exhale lotta smoke

Lotta people get rich

Then they mental

Go broke

I'm just tryna get a fix

Of whatever they smoke

Do it really make sense

If you selling your soul

Do you need another half

If you wanna feel whole

I been staring at a wall

But the writing aint there

Tried to stop asking questions

But I wonder why I'm here

Lookin for a why

To care

I ain't really suicidal

I'm just standing on a chair

Gotta ideas in my head

I hate talking to myself

So I write em down to share

Is shit ever really trash

Or you do you just not relate

They tell you talk your shit

Then retaliate with hate

I been dolo

In the game

Don't think its ever

Gonna change

Relations be strained

When you tryna get paid

Say they feel my pain

Then look the other way

Self committed to it all

Can't imagine my strength

Can't fathom the lengths

That I've gone to

Thinking I'm on ten now

That ain't even on to

What I do

What I've done

Always been doing

They freeze up

I'm too hot

Gotta stay moving

Days of hustling

Getting by

By going through it

Fucking on my side

Don't gotta main

I mean I do

They call her music

Not the type

To talk

Conversation one sided

Even spitting in the dark

I been feeling blind sighted

Spark to change

The world

Lookin for a way to light it

My spirit ignited

And the blunt stay lit

Acting like it's all good

While the spotlight hit

Spot on when I spit

Took a little bit longer

Then I'd like to admit

Can't afford soft spots

When you tryna be it

Been feeling like him

Been feeling like me

Been plotting on my commas

Moving like a g

In lasagna

That's a nod to Weezy

I grew up on hip-hop

Some people get mad

At the bragging

That shit just inspired me

If Jay made it out Marcy

Then what's my excuses

I look at the mirror

See that it's in me to do it

Shit so Eazy-E

When you ruthless

I had enough

Nights going through it

I had enough mornings

Tired and hungry as fuck

But id rather starve and come up

The blow my bucks

On shit that wont feed me

Forever

Money ain't the ultimate endeavor

But you couldn't tell me

Life wouldn't feel better

If bills weren't a pressure

I've held down a job

It ain't shit to do

But the payment is ridiculous

Fuck I'm spose to do with this

Shit said that I budget

But try to make sure that the flow

Sayin something

Perspective subjective

So I've stop suggesting

And stick to myself

Hate me

You projecting

I ain't shit

But productive

Got ya whole catalogue twice

On a shelf

Took me three years

But I got out my shell

Ring the alarm

And start towing the bells

I'm giving my all

Until nothin withheld

Til nothing withheld

Became who they weren't expecting

Stopped waiting for them to accept me

Fuck if they ever gon love me

But I'll be damned they don't respect me.

I just want the paper

It take time for trees to grow

Convinced I'll see it later

They still looking at my lows

I just want the paper

It take time for trees to grow

Convinced I'll see it later

They still looking at my lows