Flo Rida
R.O.O.T.S. Lyrics
Chorus
Iâm talkingâ bout roots
I canât hate where Iâm from
Cause where Iâm from made me (Cause where Iâm from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me…me
Thatâs because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Iâm talkingâ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Iâm talking bout roots
Verse 1
Hey I canât be mad at what yaâll meet ahead
I donât regret my ghetto struggle due to my success
It ainât that beautiful to write on overcoming stress
Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was fed
Look at me now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row
The dirty south ainât just a name the way Iâve been poor
The projects burninâ white, I call it gizmo
Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga video
Canât find a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I live to Iâm livinâ like my Momma told it
Before you rip it, gotta sew it
Yeah
Chorus
Iâm talkingâ bout roots
I canât hate where Iâm from
Cause where Iâm from made me (Cause where Iâm from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me…me
Thatâs because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Iâm talkingâ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Iâm talking bout roots
Verse 2
Hey, still on my Kunta Kinte,
Somebody had to be just for me to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe
Oh yea I had to grieve but Iâm stronger to this day
Pain, I canât ignore it, you might say Iâm ignorant
Iâm mistakinâ for courage, which victory so gorgeous
Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important
37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now Iâm part of a legacy
Iâm thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy
Thereâs only five letters really help me
Chorus
Iâm talkingâ bout roots
I canât hate where Iâm from
Cause where Iâm from made me (Cause where Iâm from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me…me
Thatâs because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Iâm talkingâ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Iâm talking bout roots
Verse 3
Hey I know the seeds been planted
Itâs damaging my soul but my dreams been granted
That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more than redoing I never planned it
Gets no lower than a grabbinâ on your feet
A man will stand for nothinâif he fall off with the feet
A baller and a hitter all in the street
If you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease
Roots before the branches, roots before mansions
Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson
Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas
Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish
Chorus
Iâm talkingâ bout roots
I canât hate where Iâm from
Cause where Iâm from made me (Cause where Iâm from made me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me…me
Thatâs because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Iâm talkingâ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh)
Iâm talking bout roots
