Roots
Ask who the illest
I ain't pointing to you
Now you're looking confused
Thought that you had a clue
I be the F-Note
The darkest soul in the room
And it's gone be that way
Until they cross my arms in a Tomb
Who would've known that the Tables would fold
Like them boys in the Courtroom
Trying to go home
I'm just trying to stack my chips
Homie leave me alone
Before i break this fucking microphone
Across ya dome
You never really worked hard And it shows
Like how you reminiscing dreams but never speak about goals
This ain't the life that i deserve But it's the one that i choose
So i supposed that i should make the best out of it right
Or should i grab the scythe and rip you to shreds
Grab a black hoodie and nickname myself death
Tell you to calm down
As your soul i collect
And then i inhale real quick
And let it digest
Then I let it digest
Then I let it digest
Tell you to calm down
As your soul i collect
And then i inhale real quick
And let it digest
Let it digest
You don't impress me
Honestly these emcees is wannabes that's just causing me stress
I should load up revolvers and play russian roulette like
Bang bang bang
Now it's none of em left
So i guess I'm at the top of it
The game is so played out
That i should prolly call it quits
But I'm from Chicago
On some Obama shit
But raised in St. Louis where they bury all kinds of kids bitch
Then I let it digest
Then I let it digest
Tell you to calm down, as your soul i collect
And then i inhale real quick and let it digest
Got dammit
Life it's what you make it
If you can manage
If you cant take it least do some damage
Make it all count, and make it all worth it
Cause once you in the ground
Minus well be worthless
Nobody is perfect
But i am the closest
F-Note The Visionary still stomping roaches
Doing what i gotta to get to my millions
And i won't stop till it's stacking to the celling yo
What do i really be on, water and marijuana
Feeling hotter than a sauna
Goodbye to the summer
Hello to the fall
Hello to the leaf
Falling from the tree
Just to respond
Time is of the essence
You telling me
My sister's almost 9
I can't believe
I cannot receive
Time flying by my eyes
I cannot blink
Or I'll miss a second
Seconds turn to minutes
Then it gets reckless
Survival of the fittest
To get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
To to to get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
To to to get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
To to
To get to my dreams
I ain't pointing to you
Now you're looking confused
Thought that you had a clue
I be the F-Note
The darkest soul in the room
And it's gone be that way
Until they cross my arms in a Tomb
Who would've known that the Tables would fold
Like them boys in the Courtroom
Trying to go home
I'm just trying to stack my chips
Homie leave me alone
Before i break this fucking microphone
Across ya dome
You never really worked hard And it shows
Like how you reminiscing dreams but never speak about goals
This ain't the life that i deserve But it's the one that i choose
So i supposed that i should make the best out of it right
Or should i grab the scythe and rip you to shreds
Grab a black hoodie and nickname myself death
Tell you to calm down
As your soul i collect
And then i inhale real quick
And let it digest
Then I let it digest
Then I let it digest
Tell you to calm down
As your soul i collect
And then i inhale real quick
And let it digest
Let it digest
You don't impress me
Honestly these emcees is wannabes that's just causing me stress
I should load up revolvers and play russian roulette like
Bang bang bang
Now it's none of em left
So i guess I'm at the top of it
The game is so played out
That i should prolly call it quits
But I'm from Chicago
On some Obama shit
But raised in St. Louis where they bury all kinds of kids bitch
Then I let it digest
Then I let it digest
Tell you to calm down, as your soul i collect
And then i inhale real quick and let it digest
Got dammit
Life it's what you make it
If you can manage
If you cant take it least do some damage
Make it all count, and make it all worth it
Cause once you in the ground
Minus well be worthless
Nobody is perfect
But i am the closest
F-Note The Visionary still stomping roaches
Doing what i gotta to get to my millions
And i won't stop till it's stacking to the celling yo
What do i really be on, water and marijuana
Feeling hotter than a sauna
Goodbye to the summer
Hello to the fall
Hello to the leaf
Falling from the tree
Just to respond
Time is of the essence
You telling me
My sister's almost 9
I can't believe
I cannot receive
Time flying by my eyes
I cannot blink
Or I'll miss a second
Seconds turn to minutes
Then it gets reckless
Survival of the fittest
To get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
To to to get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
To to to get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
To to
To get to my dreams
Credits
Writer(s): Fidel Rassoul Muhammad
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