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Roots
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Roots was released on February 27, 2021 by IMA KILL IT as a part of the album Lets Get It Started
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Release DateFebruary 27, 2021
LabelIMA KILL IT
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fresco Kane
Fresco Kane
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fresco Kane
Fresco Kane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Killa B
Killa B
Producer
LT Moe
LT Moe
Producer
Money Jezus
Money Jezus
Producer
Noize Beatz
Noize Beatz
Producer
Sham
Sham
Producer
Zoom
Zoom
Producer

Lyrics

Swear these **** claim to be real don’t got one foot down in these streets
Rarely talk about the S** that I did
Moving work before I sold me a beat
Don’t gotta lie, I put that on my kids
Did things that still hurt when I speak
These other ****, don’t compare ‘em to me
If you don’t know ‘em, don’t refer ‘em to me
She wasn’t round on them days I didn’t eat
Never put a B** in front of my bros
Did it once, but I never again
Once a hoe, then she always a hoe
Never tripping, I don’t got no complaints
Pour out a little every time that I drink
I’m a feen for that root of all evil
Any means, got to get for my people
They heard the name from the Lou to the A
Been on my grind that’s what most of ‘em say
Cus all the time I find something to shake
Yeah, all in all, I seen some marvelous days
Took it closer I be taking them risks
Slung a half of ounce to buy my a fit and even more so I can get me them J’s
Not the tone to work for minimum wage
Seen close homies trying to survive in these streets and ended up getting locked up in that cage
I’m From from St. Louis and the side that I’m from is the East
We always the top murder rate
Lord knows that I seen me some hard times
That’s why I every night that I pray that all my shawtys get to see me grow old
Wont ever let a **** get in the way
They do anything for exposure
All these streets full of vultures
My lil cousin lost his life at 18, and still my family needs some closure
Keep it real that’s from the roota ta toota
You see him with me know my **** a shooter
Quick to dip and hit a smooth lick
Hit the block running, then he call a Uber
Swear these **** claim to be real don’t got one foot down in these streets
Rarely talk about the S** that I did
Moving work before I sold me a beat
Don’t gotta lie, I put that on my kids
Did things that still hurt when I speak
These other ****, don’t compare ‘em to me
If you don’t know ‘em, don’t refer ‘em to me
She wasn’t round on them days I didn’t eat
Never put a B** in front of my bros
Did it once, but I never again
Once a hoe, then she always a hoe
Never tripping, I don’t got no complaints
Pour out a little every time that I drink
I’m a feen for that root of all evil
Any means, got to get for my people
Not talking bread “what you say?”
Get that s** out of my face
Tattoos all over my face
I rap a lot just Face
I grew up poe me, my brother, my sister
Mama did every little thing that she could
Off that narcotic, my daddy was on it
Excuse me I’m venting, I’m having a moment
I think about it when ever I’m lonely
Like if I don’t make it or die before my time
So I put all my heart in my beats
You can hear all the pain in my voice when I rhyme
My hustle something amazing
Just look at me now, Fresco blazing
And when I blow, they gone say he deserve it from all these years he been slaving
Swear these **** claim to be real don’t got one foot down in these streets
Rarely talk about the S** that I did
Moving work before I sold me a beat
Don’t gotta lie, I put that on my kids
Did things that still hurt when I speak
These other ****, don’t compare ‘em to me
If you don’t know ‘em, don’t refer ‘em to me
She wasn’t round on them days I didn’t eat
Never put a B** in front of my bros
Did it once, but I never again
Once a hoe, then she always a hoe
Never tripping, I don’t got no complaints
Pour out a little every time that I drink
I’m a feen for that root of all evil
Any means, got to get for my people
Written by: Fresco Kane
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