Everywhere I go, I see my cuzzo Chop it down, slow it down, yeah

Even over there, I'm like, what's up, cuzzo How we widespread throughout, survive the

What was really going on in the city of mines Grandpa born in 1918, he's seen some thangs

Everywhere I go, I see my cuzzo Chop it down, slow it down, yeah

I hand out flowers like a garden in motion Every soul I meet got a shared devotion

We only cross paths once, so I pour the potion Toast to the ghosts in the bloodline ocean

Hargrove, yeah, that name got roots deep Means Harigrove, fast rabbits can't sleep

But Martis Lee Hargrove, confederate creep Hot eyes like ours, but he fought to keep

Now that's a sick legacy Yeah, here we stand, same face, different recipe

Cuzzo

What's really good

Everywhere I go, I see my cuzzo Chop it down, slow it down, yeah

Even over there, I'm like, what's up, cuzzo

How we widespread throughout, survive the doubt Grandpa parked his dreams right on the block

1980, lynch mobs, red lines of cops But he copped the spot, said we home now

Then built another yard where the roses don't brown

Blood don't lie, it's a river It bends from slave ships to cell blocks

We meet at the end, so I hand you a rose No coincidence, just a wink from fate

Like, y'all remember this

See my face in the crowd Same nose, different last name, wow

History's a loop, we just spinning it now

So here's your flower, take it as truth We only meet once, but the roots don't lose

Cuzzo

We home now

We home now