Roots
Queens bloodline
Pops taught me to hustle Mama told me be humble
I learned by going through struggle
When you fall you need to bounce back
I promise to always stay true so every word I drop you know I'm laying down facts
Gambino my roots invented the g-code
You steady hollerin' gang but all your passes getting revoked
I'm here now to show you what real is
It seems as if you got sidetracked by glamour and glitz
Bitch this is hip-hop Timberlands and Carhartts
Mama taught me all love but I'm in this game with a cold heart
And I'm still fired up if that makes sense
Steady comin' up and it ain't my fault if you take offense
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Blame it on my roots
This a mans game
Sit down youngin' I'm here to function
Got a little bit of somethin' to show you boys where I'm comin' from
Deep Roots need a Questlove give the drummer some
Bred on WuTang Biggie Smalls KRS One
Hip-hop back spinnin' scratched vinyl drippin' wet spraypaint
Midnight bombin' all on the freight train
A little somethin' different
Y'all been doing the same thing
I switch it up on em' just like an illegal lane change
Real rap Gambino ain't no fake name
Hip-hop hurtin' and mumble rap's where I place the blame
Hit with every challenge but I still manage to maintain
Yall suckas' better stay in your lane
Cuz I ain't playin' boy
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Roots
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Blame it on my roots
From punk rock to hip-hop
Who would have thought I'd be coming with this heat
I spit whiskey you sippin' a mixed drink
Listen up pipsqueak you thinkin' this bits sweet
You're more than welcome to try
Run up with the funk and I'm dumpin' em' 6-feet
No sweat full sprint runnin' on this beat
Aint even in my gym clothes
Skinny jeans with a slim tee
And I'm fit for the occasion
And I'll serve em' fresh for next to nothing
Like a Wendy's shake with a Jr Bacon
Take em' Outback prove I got it down pat
Five Finger Death Punch
Come on Brodie pound that
Life is like a movie I'm just recordin' the soundtrack
Lookin' at the throne screaming out where my crown at
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Roots
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Blame it on my roots
Pops taught me to hustle Mama told me be humble
I learned by going through struggle
When you fall you need to bounce back
I promise to always stay true so every word I drop you know I'm laying down facts
Gambino my roots invented the g-code
You steady hollerin' gang but all your passes getting revoked
I'm here now to show you what real is
It seems as if you got sidetracked by glamour and glitz
Bitch this is hip-hop Timberlands and Carhartts
Mama taught me all love but I'm in this game with a cold heart
And I'm still fired up if that makes sense
Steady comin' up and it ain't my fault if you take offense
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Blame it on my roots
This a mans game
Sit down youngin' I'm here to function
Got a little bit of somethin' to show you boys where I'm comin' from
Deep Roots need a Questlove give the drummer some
Bred on WuTang Biggie Smalls KRS One
Hip-hop back spinnin' scratched vinyl drippin' wet spraypaint
Midnight bombin' all on the freight train
A little somethin' different
Y'all been doing the same thing
I switch it up on em' just like an illegal lane change
Real rap Gambino ain't no fake name
Hip-hop hurtin' and mumble rap's where I place the blame
Hit with every challenge but I still manage to maintain
Yall suckas' better stay in your lane
Cuz I ain't playin' boy
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Roots
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Blame it on my roots
From punk rock to hip-hop
Who would have thought I'd be coming with this heat
I spit whiskey you sippin' a mixed drink
Listen up pipsqueak you thinkin' this bits sweet
You're more than welcome to try
Run up with the funk and I'm dumpin' em' 6-feet
No sweat full sprint runnin' on this beat
Aint even in my gym clothes
Skinny jeans with a slim tee
And I'm fit for the occasion
And I'll serve em' fresh for next to nothing
Like a Wendy's shake with a Jr Bacon
Take em' Outback prove I got it down pat
Five Finger Death Punch
Come on Brodie pound that
Life is like a movie I'm just recordin' the soundtrack
Lookin' at the throne screaming out where my crown at
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Roots
There's no excuse
This is where I came from
Blame it on my roots
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Gambino
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