Roots (feat. JID & Charlie Wilson)

You say you heard a lot about me, ****, fuck what you heard

It's all fun and games till it happens like a Based God curse

Yeah, cell keep tickin' on me like I'm 6-1-7, yeah

My cousin Steez Stizz like he's 6-1-7, okay

Devil on my shoulder, marijuana from Boulder

You know my **** in this muthafuckin' bitch

If bein' ugly was pretty I'd be the shit

Never been nowhere, but these **** they love to trip

Eritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopia

Bitches gettin' cold, then **** grab your Patagonias

So I toby acquired her, I had to get a baby who could make me get wired up

You know I'm about that action, my **** Marc could get it crackin'

Open up your soul and take your body like, "What's hannin'?"

I'm not a succulent or sucker, baby girl

These roots made me, I bring my flowers to the world, yeah

It's on me, wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight

The sun is on me, and my stems don't bite if the light shines bright

It's rainin' on me, my guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life

I got my own seeds, they rip my petals to my 6, 'cause my roots won't die

(Check this out)

Like humans and animals, plants need both water and nutrients to survive, food

Most all plants use water to carry moisture

Nutrients back and forth between the roots and leaves, bitch

Searchin' for my shelter through the storm

I find peace, my safe haven, keepin' me far away from harm

Nevertheless the greener grass is proof the roots are strong

But now we standin' here divided, choose the side where you belong

Mama keep the lights on

All I see is red so we awake the dead

She likes my third eye, she loves my third leg

This my third time around the worldwide, winds

Give me the Versay, Versace, Benz, put work in

Made my words work with pens

Scribblin' sins, I drop gems

I don't got tick tock time for them, seeds or stems

Evil men plottin', we see you 'cause we watchin'

We see you, believe me you, we see you (Mr. Root!)

Get your ass up out that grass and stretch your limbs

Photosynthesis, I see the future picture, take a glimpse

Everything you tryna have is in your grab, so get a grip (Mr. Root!)

It's for the kids, (Mr. Root!) yo what it is? (Uh)

It's on me, wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight

The sun is on me, and my stems don't bite if the light shines bright

It's rainin' on me, my guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life

I got my own seeds, they rip my petals to my 6, 'cause my roots won't die

(What The fuck!)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Let me grow (Let me grow)