TQ - Roots Lyrics

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 f*cked 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 f*ck 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