Roots

I done ran into a plug and den i ran into money
I gotta Bitch dat get dat cash and one dat handle it fa me
They probably could've went to college but they bagging up fa me
I probably should've went to college flood the campus wit 20s
Guess that hustling shit in me
Bitch I'm balling like jimmy
Semi auto defend me
I Pray dat god a forgive me
Remember I was just mini
Smoking on Reggie wit Benji
Now it's gas in my spliffy
I'm probably chilling wit blizzy
Off two woods got me rolling
Off the top like a closure
Give me a pen I go postal
Ain't even fucked wit da vocals
I know them bitch niggas hoping
Dat I fall off and stay local
I'm tryna take dis shit global
Still on the block like I'm Jokic
Leveled up I'm important
I was up they was snoring
I Get dat bag like a doorman
I'm fresh as fuck in my Jordan's
It ain't cash I'm ignoring
Ain't even wasting my time
Tell the judge free the Morgan's
My Nigga Clay and Demond
Let's go