My Roots

I was down the street from them bouncy beats

Shacktown brought a sound with resounding heat

My OG's put a fur coat over me

And showed me that a dope flow is almost deceased

Down river just up the block from J dilla

A role model scratch that nah a father figure

The beat could a face look somethin taste bitter

And when my brother went away he took my tapes with em

This is back when my cousins throwing capital B's

While his daddy up in prison throwing capital C's