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 I’m  bout roots
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m  made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the  of the slums
 But now  got me...me
  because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah,  Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots
 
 Verse 1
 Hey  can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
 I don’t regret my ghetto  due to my success
 It ain’t that beautiful to write  overcoming stress
 Top Ramen  thank pappy for the fact I was fed
 Look at me  but all before hey Mr. Skid Row
 The dirty south ain’t just a  the way I’ve been poor
 The projects burnin’ white,  call it gizmo
 Went  a gun to them cars in a Jigga video
 Can’t find a  to a mil, only God know it
 No record deal to a deal, I work hard  it
 Can I  to I’m livin’ like my Momma told it
 Before you rip  gotta sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’  roots
 I  hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause  I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom of  slums
 But now  got me...me
  because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, 
 I’m talking bout 
 
 Verse 2
 Hey, still on my coupe  can’t take
 Somebody had to be  to get away
 My sister had to leave, I respect  stayin safe
 Oh yea I had to grieve but I’m stronger to  day
 Pain,  can’t ignore it, you might say I’m ignorant
 I’m  for courage, which victory so gorgeous
 Make it through two Bush, I can make it  any forest
 Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is  important
  ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy
 I’m thankful for  hood, what is love without jealousy
 There’s only  letters really help me
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
 I  hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where  from made me)
 I  from the bottom of the slums
 But  I got me...me
 That’s because of my roots  Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking bout 
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I know the  been planted
 It’s damaging my soul but my dreams been 
 That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse 
 What could I  more than redoing I never planned it
 Gets  lower than a grabbin’ on your feet
 A man will stand for  he fall off with the feet
 A baller and  hitter all in the street
 If you look beneath the sand then  all need a crease
 Roots before  branches, roots before mansions
 Roots before your paper  than Marilyn Manson
 Roots with your grandparents, roots under  canvas
 Roots whether you black, white,  Spanish
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t hate where I’m 
 Cause where I’m  made me (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I came from the  of the slums
 But now I got 
 That’s because  my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah,  Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots