Rooted

You win some, you lose some, life in a nutshell Free all my niggas on locked down, fuck jail I've seen enough hell to never wanna live there Tattooed teardrops, sitting in a wheelchair Kids on the streets doing bad, momma moved out Dopeman pushing on the corner where the schoolhouse sits This is bullshit, this can't be life I can't blame it on the hood 'cuz it gave me life This a stick-up, don't turn it to a 187 I don't go to church so I'm far from a Reverend Ain't nothing like a young nigga, armed with an AK Walking up the sidewalk, shooting in the broad day Fuck what a broad say, I'm all day villain I'm getting money so I'm always chilling And even though they say I'm killing all they children I'm just a nigga hustling for my million dollars You know I stay rooted I stay rooted I and I stay rooted Crooked officer, crooked officer I stay rooted (beh!) I and I stay rooted Now if I had to play Jack, I'll be leaving you bad news Everybody in here be bound and gagged too I'm posted at your crib nigga hurry yo ass home' You was out here hi-capping and all yo stash gone The money met the work and that's a real life no-no It don't take a bunch of niggas, just me solo I go for dolo, I can't tell on myself Immature ass niggas get you sentenced to death Loud talking in the tank like he a stoned cold killer And you fighting a murder charge, my nigga? The moral of the story is keeping your mouth shut 'Cause everybody is listening, speaking you fucked up I tell you like them old cats say Get what you get and get your ass out the way 'Cause greed'll get you 35 type, you're 27 That's the rest of your fucking life You know I stay rooted I stay rooted I and I stay rooted Crooked officer, crooked officer I stay rooted (beh!) I and I stay rooted It's in my DNA, my blood type G My roots is deep up in these motherfucking streets Real recognize what's real, the bullshit see through The way I spit it, ain't another one that's equal This for my people in the game ten toes, rooted in the streets, and withholding info We got secrets we gone take to the grave We don't honor nothing else, except the rules of getting paid And no wonder why a motherfucker hustling dope Everything we doing legal equal leaving us broke What I hope is that a nigga don't forget where he from And turn his back on his hood cause he's seeing some crumbs And no money in the world that's enough to respect, When somebody take a gun and put it up to your chest Saying 'fuck it' at the same time he squeezing a round You can blame it on your homeboy for keeping you down If it was me, I'd be leery of the people I meet 'Cause in this motherfucking game niggas playing for keeps You know I stay rooted I stay rooted I and I stay rooted Crooked officer, crooked officer I stay rooted I and I stay rooted