Back To The Roots

Man I had to take em back to my fucking roots
And I ain't ever gotta struggle not again
In the studio cookin and we sippin on champagne
It's a celebration of the arts
Just made a mark on the whole entire game
Household name
This shit will never ever be the same
Cartier gold when I step outside
With yo bitch right next to me
Thought that'd be implied
Going to the club and we about to spend my pride

It's Friday night
And I'm blowing all my Benjamin's
Got stacks on stacks for all these women and they shaking ass
I'm with my crew
Raise a glass
Got the liquor going through me
I ain't feelin shit
Get the fuck out my way fore you get hit
Mothafuckers stay strapped
And we in for the attack
Fuck these hoes all up on the internet
Just chatting shit
About my hits
You wish yo man would
Compared to me he could never be as good

Man I had to take em back to my fucking roots
And I ain't ever gotta struggle not again
In the studio cooking and we sipping on champagne
It's a celebration of the arts
Just made a mark on the whole entire game
Household name
This shit will never ever be the same
Cartier gold when I step outside
With yo bitch right next to me
Thought that'd be implied
Going to the club and we about to spend my pride

Thank y'all for coming out
This shits been a blast

Told y'all I had to kick it back one time
Going straight back to the boombap
My head is clogged of all this trap
I wanna get back to punchlines
Sorry for the mime but I just had to shine