Roots ft. BBR Lyrics

Let me take you back to a time when I was a lil Jit to pay the rent, all a nigga do is rhyme

Back when a nigga had to meet a nigga for a dime Hit a plug, but I didn't ever wait in line

Back when a nigga had a better grasp on his mind

Back when I would get pulled over, nigga When I sober, couldn't even walk the motherfuckin line

You're drunk now, nigga, what you talkin

bout

Baby, see them lil' bitches off the liquor Come on, call your sipper up, lil' nigga

go and walk it out

Had a couple lil' friends, but that shit need to end Mama said, wow, you don't need me talkin' now

Nah, mama, it's all good, cuz I'm coolin' out I'm happy with the motherfuckers that a nigga work with now

Pass the rod and a nigga gets a ballin' out

Drama queens, everybody gets a callin' out

Hit a three or a touchdown, fuck a grand slam Play my cards right now, I got a full hand Full house like a nigga watchin' TV shows

Music loud like it comin' from a full band These niggas don't even know what a trombone is only music they know is some can-can

Only music that they made was on band labs

In a maze, all these niggas fuckin' lab rats

I can lie and say I could kill a nigga but to be frank

I would throw up if I sounded like the rest of you

Talkin' bitches on your dick all the time But the dimes in the DM don't ever fuckin

message you

If you look right in front of you, you see me countin' cheats Cuz I'll always be right there ahead of you

Grip the wheel with a motherfuckin' 10-2

cop behind me, never seen a nigga in a coup

Dig to your roots and to those in your boots And pull up on the shots until you get the loot

Niggas be talkin' like me without any meaning is some shit I can't even construe

Bitches be askin' to me, mama, just cause we fuck a lot, shut up, bitch, use some new shoes

Niggas think I'm finna sleep a lot, nigga, I need it now

I'ma go get some new blues

hop on the whip, drop the top

Niggas say that shit while they still catchin' the bus

Saw them all knock off the top This bitch doin' some shit that make me wanna cuss

Make me wanna bust Get the hoe out, I got way too much lust

Go get the witness and put too much dust Go get the blower, I ran out of trust

Go get the this and the that

Roll a blunt up on the dash

Rub up on them like a rash

But they always just wanna lil cash

You can't get none from me, I'm too gritty reachin, you gon' get left bleedin', okay, okay, okay

Get left bleedin', tryin' to get a treaty I'm not about the peace, I'm about the grits and whitties

I'm bout chicken parm and a lil' fettuccini I'm bout everything that BBR is eatin

Like this beat, like a lil' bag and a freak

Like a lil' something that can make him retreat

Im that nigga, ssss, ssss, ssss, gritty nigga That's that nigga, lil' Reese