Lyrics:

Chorus
Im talking bout roots
I cant hate where Im from
Cause where Im from made me (Cause where Im from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me...me
Thats because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Im talking bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Im talking bout roots

Verse 1
Hey I cant be mad at what yall meet ahead
I dont regret my ghetto struggle due to my success
It aint that beautiful to write on overcoming stress
Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was fed
Look at me now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row
The dirty south aint just a name the way Ive been poor
The projects burnin white, I call it gizmo
Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga video
Cant find a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I live to Im livin like my Momma told it
Before you rip it, gotta sew it
Yeah

Chorus
Im talking bout roots
I cant hate where Im from
Cause where Im from made me (Cause where Im from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me...me
Thats because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Im talking bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Im talking bout roots

Verse 2
Hey, still on my Kunta Kinte,
Somebody had to be just for me to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe
Oh yea I had to grieve but Im stronger to this day
Pain, I cant ignore it, you might say Im ignorant
Im mistakin for courage, which victory so gorgeous
Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important
37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now Im part of a legacy
Im thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy
Theres only five letters really help me

Chorus
Im talking bout roots
I cant hate where Im from
Cause where Im from made me (Cause where Im from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me...me
Thats because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Im talking bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Im talking bout roots

Verse 3
Hey I know the seeds been planted
Its damaging my soul but my dreams been granted
That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more than redoing I never planned it
Gets no lower than a grabbin on your feet
A man will stand for nothinif he fall off with the feet
A baller and a hitter all in the street
If you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease
Roots before the branches, roots before mansions
Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson
Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas
Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish

Chorus
Im talking bout roots
I cant hate where Im from
Cause where Im from made me (Cause where Im from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me...me
Thats because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Im talking bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Im talking bout roots