Roots

I done ran into a plug and den i ran into money

I gotta Bitch dat get dat cash and one dat handle it fa me

They probably could've went to college but they bagging up fa me

I probably should've went to college flood the campus wit 20s

Guess that hustling shit in me

Bitch I’m balling like jimmy

Semi auto defend me

I Pray dat god a forgive me

Remember I was just mini

Smoking on Reggie wit Benji

Now it’s gas in my spliffy

I’m probably chilling wit blizzy

Off two woods got me rolling

Off the top like a closure

Give me a pen I go postal

Ain’t even fucked wit da vocals

I know them bitch **** hoping

Dat I fall off and stay local

I’m tryna take dis shit global

Still on the block like I’m Jokic

Leveled up I’m important

I was up they was snoring

I Get dat bag like a doorman

I’m fresh as fuck in my Jordan’s

It ain’t cash I’m ignoring

Ain’t even wasting my time

Tell the judge free the Morgan’s

My **** Clay and Demond

Let’s go