Roots Lyrics

Yeah, Marshawn, I'm gonna take my time with it right now, just let it breathe

Crackhead is lurking on my front lawn, I got a sidearm in case they want some

I won't run, I'm not the type to pull a stunt on

I need a place where I can roll this blunt on, this hoe is fragrant

Emaciated from day to day shit, working the day shift, feel like enslavement

I'm getting paid with nickels and dimes, no reparation

Just flagrant racist demeaning statements, commentating on melanation

I'm fixated on future preparation, I'm segregating from social defamation

Using songs as ventilation from situations I'm escaping out of frustration

I'm impatient, I'm sick of waiting, I'm tired of waiting

Hell of impatient, listen

This world made me a recluse, so I'm in the dark pouring up this deuce

This bottle 100 proof, I'm faded so I'm more likely to shoot

Guess it's true that you can't escape your roots, nah

This world made me a recluse, so I'm in the dark pouring up this deuce

This bottle 100 proof, I'm faded so I'm more likely to shoot

Guess it's true that you can't escape your roots, nah

Hell nah, I guess it's true

You can't escape your roots

I'm in this dark room, pouring up this deuce

This bottle 100 proof, I guess it's true

You can't escape your roots, yeah