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 I’m talking’  roots
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause where I’m  made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came  the bottom of the slums
  now I got me...me
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m  bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots
 
 Verse 1
 Hey  can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
 I  regret my ghetto struggle due to my success
 It ain’t that  to write on overcoming stress
 Top Ramen noodles thank  for the fact I was fed
 Look  me now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row
 The dirty  ain’t just a name the way I’ve been poor
 The projects burnin’ white, I call  gizmo
 Went from a gun to them cars  a Jigga video
 Can’t find a meal to  mil, only God know it
 No record deal to a deal, I  hard for it
 Can I live to I’m livin’ like my  told it
 Before you rip it, gotta  it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’  roots
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause  I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
  came from the bottom of the slums
 But now I got 
  because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 2
 Hey, still on my coupe  can’t take
 Somebody had to  just to get away
 My sister  to leave, I respect her stayin safe
 Oh yea I had to grieve but I’m  to this day
 Pain, I can’t  it, you might say I’m ignorant
 I’m mistakin’  courage, which victory so gorgeous
 Make it through two Bush, I can  it through any forest
 Hunger gave  the wish, but the bottom is so important
 37  and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy
 I’m thankful for the hood, what is love  jealousy
 There’s only five letters  help me
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’  roots
 I  hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from  me)
 I  from the bottom of the slums
 But now I got 
 That’s because of my roots  Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I know  seeds been planted
 It’s damaging my soul but  dreams been granted
 That triple life towards, much deeper  nurse planet
 What  I want more than redoing I never planned it
 Gets no lower than a grabbin’  your feet
 A man  stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet
 A baller  a hitter all in the street
 If  look beneath the sand then we all need a crease
 Roots before the branches, roots  mansions
 Roots before  paper crazier than Marilyn Manson
 Roots with your grandparents, roots  your canvas
 Roots whether you black,  or Spanish
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
 I can’t hate  I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me  where I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom of  slums
 But now I got 
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah,  Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots