Roots

It's a pretty simple little freestyle to boot As I reach my roots Find the shot to shoot I'm back again for these thirsty yutes I'm keeping it real, no peels this time I'm still figuring out how to make a dime You don't wanna wait for the game, stay out the line Call me Uncle Ill, boy I'm bouto shine I keep it running, they wanna see it coming They toe punting, while I'm about 100 I'ma mess up the game Not a hunter, but I'm stuntin' It's stunnin' the way I'm cunning when I'm hunting the other ones And I've found a way to change the pace I'm outgrowing my time and my place Found safety in numbers and I'm keeping a trace I'm taking them down, brace, it's a cow race Time raking its fanbase, it's the Dao taste Got so many enemies pretendin' to be endin' me While I'm fendin' off the mental preliminaries Hand me the Sledgehammer, this is a Call of Duty The way I'm on top, you'd think I had the roofies Don't have to be a stinging boxer to ruby Pass the doobie, I'm straight rulin' all of these loonies It seems to be at ease, it's how it supposed to be Log off life, straight up control-alt-delete You need to see the way it be when it comes to me I'm right under your chin, like goatees, so bro please Keep away if you tryna step to me, so phonies Say cheese, before you get charged, no low fees Yeah