roots Lyrics

They was smoking work

Right inside of my grammy house

Probably reason why

I smoke whenever like it's any house

Life is like a road

Many routes you wouldn't even think about

Know ya roots & pay attention

We was serving work

Out my family house

That one in the middle of the burbs

You wouldn't even think about

I put all my trauma in this wood

Just tryna figure out

What's the use

Without intention

Check ya fruit before they grow

Reap what you sow in this dimension

Just make sure you tag me

When you mention

For the metrics baby

You know I'm just tryna get the bag right

Way I'm leaning I'm just tryna get my act right

Satellite flights lately been the daily

Cheap vacations just like Frankie back 2 back

Swore I blinked the whole day went by just like the that

I know my roots yeah it's goes further than the trap

We was serving work out my

XXXX cottonwood lane

Got the method man, who gone bring the pain

Aye, I just hit a stain

Junie tryna stop the rain

No one else to blame

But myself

Everything thing I felt

On the shelf

Till it's otherwise

I own my own masters

I am nothing like these other guys

OGS personified, certified whatever

I'm Kelly's son she taught me better

They was smoking work

Right inside of my grammy house

Probably reason why

I smoke whenever like it's any house

Life is like a road

Many routes you wouldn't even think about

Know ya roots & pay attention

We was serving work

Out my family house

That one in the middle of the burbs

You wouldn't even think about

I put all my trauma in this wood

Just tryna figure out

What's the use

Without intention

I put all my

I put my all problems in my blunt

No this ain't no stunt

Kneivel all my growth

Walk in like muzan

Know my demons very close

Hol' up

Sipping like my mama

Might throw up a couple commas

I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow

when you die can't take a dollar

So I'm tryna holla at you now

Know that

Crooked like jermaine

Got me grilling just like Kodak

in my DNA

I was OGS before rap

Just a running man from the west side

Take it wherever I gotta go

Just a running man from the west side

Take it wherever I gotta go

We was serving, swerving

Tryna take this shit where ever

Almost 2024 & that zip still your endeavor

Someone play some 702 need to get it together

Got different work but the same hustle that's forever

They was smoking work

Right inside of my grammy house

Probably reason why

I smoke whenever like it's any house

Life is like a road

Many routes you wouldn't even think about

Know ya roots & pay attention

We was serving work

Out my family house

That one in the middle of the burbs

You wouldn't even think about

I put all my trauma in this wood

Just tryna figure out

What's the use

Without intention