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 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t hate  I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m  made me)
 I came from the bottom of the 
 But now I got 
 That’s because of my roots (Yeah,  Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking bout 
 
 Verse 1
 Hey I can’t  mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
 I don’t regret my  struggle due to my success
 It ain’t that  to write on overcoming stress
 Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I  fed
 Look at me now but all before hey Mr. Skid 
 The dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been 
  projects burnin’ white, I call it gizmo
 Went from a gun to them cars in  Jigga video
 Can’t find a meal  a mil, only God know it
 No record deal to a  I work hard for it
 Can I live to I’m livin’ like my Momma  it
 Before you rip it,  sew it
 Yeah
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’ bout 
  can’t hate where I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made me  where I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom of  slums
 But  I got me...me
 That’s because of my  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m talking’ bout  (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 2
 Hey, still  my coupe but can’t take
  had to be just to get away
 My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin 
 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 make it through  forest
 Hunger gave  the wish, but the bottom is so important
 37 ave and 187 street, Miami  city), now I’m part of a legacy
  thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy
 There’s only five  really help me
 
 Chorus
 I’m  bout roots
 I can’t hate  I’m from
 Cause where I’m from made  (Cause where I’m from made me)
 I  from the bottom of the slums
 But now  got me...me
 That’s  of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
 I’m  bout roots
 
 Verse 3
 Hey I  the seeds been planted
 It’s damaging my soul but my  been granted
 That triple life  much deeper than nurse planet
 What could I want more than redoing  never planned it
 Gets no lower than a  on your feet
  man will stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet
 A  and a hitter all in the street
 If you look  the sand then we all need a crease
 Roots before the branches,  before mansions
 Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn 
 Roots with your grandparents, roots under your 
  whether you black, white, or Spanish
 
 Chorus
 I’m talking’  roots
 I can’t hate where  from
 Cause where I’m from made me (Cause  I’m from made me)
 I came from the bottom  the slums
 But now I got 
 That’s because  my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
  talking bout roots