Roots

Level

Put that—

Oh, that's better!

"Since his latest album, The Kingsland Kingpen

Set out on a new adventure

Determined to take his musical and business endeavors to newer heights

Aiming to do it bigger than anyone has ever seen."

Send your addy

Looking like ya daddy—

And that's my problem

Talking like my momma

I was kicked back, tryna sit back

Get ya shit snatched—it was part of my day

Had to sit down just to vent 'bout—

Couldn't figure out, but I got it, okay?

Last album had the Soufside coming outside—like what I'ma say?

Kingsland southern Kingpen—word to Big Ben, like who got in my way?

Sunnymoon just to start up the day

Highlights just to start up the wave

Send your addy—

Big Flock, ****

Looking like ya daddy

Keep a Glock, ****

And that's my problem

On Max Block, ****

Talking like my momma

Just drop the addy (drop that lo, ****)

We put belt to ass just like an angry daddy

We got what you need—we always keep them bags of candy

Disrespect my momma, I'ma take you from your family

I fucked on me a bitch, I got caught up—she left her panties

I got too many problems but way too many choppas

Got so many opps I'm tryna kill—not enough doctors

The cops be on my dick, caught on the fifth, but shit ain't stopping

Too many Glocks be on our rip—they on our hip and our pocket

If that shit up, we up the score

Leave your block wet like Tucker Road

We spray shit down like butt patrol

You work that switch—need gun control

This spot is like a haunted house—it's always zombies in the kitchen

I just washed the plate, so how the fuck it's powder on the dishes?

Twelve on the block—shit hot, they blitzing

We by the green trash cans—shit can't miss us

Feet always hurt 'cause we stand on business

Pass through the weed if I get too twisted

Send your addy

Looking like ya daddy—

And that's my problem

Talking like my momma

"Nothing can withstand me! The first component!

Soon I will get the other two and then I will control the world!"

Either I was seeing things, or we were

Aye, aye, aye!

Hold up—

Hold up—

Time out! Y'all got to chill!

Chill that shit out! You need to cool that shit out!

You made it now—enough with all that Kingpen shit!

Well, wait—

Don't! Don't get up yet!

We're not finished