Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Roots, artist - Warm Brew. Album song New Content, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Red Bull
Song language: English
The Roots |
| When they chronicle my whole life |
| That nonfiction ‘bout fucking bitches and flights |
| How he wrote scriptures will capture pictures all night |
| How he’d get paid then hit the stage them lights was bright, ay |
| How he fought daily with Regina |
| Couldn’t wash away the past if he took it to a cleaner |
| All her fuck boy exes Seagrams and court subpoenas |
| Still he love her though he love her |
| He really wish he could see her |
| Yeah that’s prob’ly what they gon' say |
| If they knew me or knew the way I was raised |
| In that hoopty I never would get no praise |
| Got arrested adding stress to your already restless ways |
| Now I got exes of my own |
| You tried to warn me how crazy these bitches get when you grown |
| Or maybe I just did them wrong |
| Fuck I’m talking ‘bout you’d slap me say money go get you some, uh! |
| ‘Cause I was raised up by a G |
| Received my teachings from the queen |
| From getting caught with hella Ps |
| Hope you proud of me ‘bout take my third trip back overseas |
| Yeah you know that’s just how we do mama |
| Bought you this Gucci ring to show just how we move on ‘em |
| Next it’s that mazi thang Italy for the holidays |
| Smashing through bari roley chain |
| Bet my bitch body bang |
| Ay, bet my bitch body bang |
| Bet my fratelli my rellies pull up with all they cream |
| Man this shit is not a game |
| Genesis 29:20 |
| Everybody guessing how I’mma act with money |
| Repairing my damage |
| Take the bandage off my mummy |
| Know at all’s know nothing know at all’s don’t study |
| Now you got your information homie how could you hate |
| So much shit on my plate |
| I’m gaining studio weight |
| I’m seeing life like a slide show ungrateful |
| I took a trip to Paris didn’t even see the Eiffel |
| I ain’t playing games bust a move |
| If I’m too busy for the Louvre |
| I’m too busy for you |
| ‘Cause dog in the hood all we got is fast food |
| But still got the means to smoke and cop brews |
| Please mind your manners my crew can get rude |
| Gotta make deals pay bills and pay dues |
| My only view of college was watching a different world your view of me is |
| Smoking and drinking and sniffing |
| Searching for a David a Ruffin a different pearl |
| Oh my god |
| I prayed to that |
| I can’t believe I really got away with that |
| If I died then I’d probably be okay wit that |
| Make a trade LA can get the Raiders back |
| Know your worth |
| I’m smooth like butter in church |
| Oh my god oh my god yeah I prayed to that |
| I can’t believe I really got away |
| Take a trip with the mad man |
| Standing on the pier, bottle in hand |
| Nigga screaming I be pouring |
| My emotion in this ocean |
| Hope Calypso keep a secret |
| If she don’t I swear I’m done |
| If she talked about the times |
| She seen me cry about to jump |
| Like the time 2005 auntie found my uncle slumped |
| Always said I’d be just like him |
| Now I guess we’ll never know |
| So I had to be the rose in concrete |
| Gotta fight to grow |
| See |
| Pressure builds diamonds |
| And evene busts pipes |
| Lotta of nigga |
| Cop diamonds off of stuffing them pipes |
| But |
| Who am I to judge |
| I’m a hustler |
| With some vices |
| LAPD killing niggas |
| Fuck I’m scared of Isis |
| Immigrated mama |
| And a shadow for a pops |
| Ain’t no sparring on my side |
| Nigga better learn to box |
| No time to whine |
| Never drink it out the box |
| Now it’s only fine wine |
| ‘Cause we made it to the top |