Big Murph, Upchurch - Back To My Roots lyrics

Yeah that's right
Let the BandPlay

Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck for a check
I broke my back for the loot
I gave my all for that bag
I came up fast as a coupe
Since y'all still stuck in the past
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots

Let's take it back to the past
Bust my ass for the cash
Break my back for the stacks
Give my all for a rack
Break my head for a check
'cause the money I collect
Bitch I'm all about my bread when
I see my fuckin' stress
My gun is like a bed, I'm making these feds
Trying to play hard ball when
You can't even catch
You're a rookie, call bookie, over lookie
Mr sweet like a cookie
Boy listen here lookie
I'm a mother fuckin' pro
And my eyes sittin' low
Might be higher than a crow
On some figgy ass dough
Got a wicked ass flow
Let me turn it into hoes
Me and Church flow tight like
A string on my bow
Last homie get with it not a fuckin' Tahoe
When you know it's gonna hit
Like a fuckin' bongo
We'll stay on the moon like
I'm fuckin' Bob Hope
All those makin' cash like my money combo
Make the green fast like the money pronto
All about my bubs like a fuckin' Bronco
Tryin' to stack up my chips
Like a fuckin' nacho
Tats on my skin like I'm fuckin' Tonto
Ain't gonna quit 'til I'm head honcho
I'll be waiting at the track
Need a fuckin' poncho

Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck for a check
I broke my back for the loot
I gave my all for that bag
I came up fast as a coupe
Since y'all still stuck in the past
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots

'Cause I was raised up by them stop
Signs where them Cutlasses burn rubber dog
Caprice's on them 28's and truck
Hitches with swangin' balls
Them country boys with big
Old straps and wheels
Real fat like they named Big Snap
My under grow like NASA bitch and plus
My glove box got that blah
I'm fresh as fuck I got the sauce
My weed blow like a broke exhaust
I'm leakin' oil all in this lane and
All my boys with me in first
Ain't no shake n bake when we on the other
We get hella traction like Firestone
That Dixie weed from the roller ring got
My magic wheels feelin' so gone
'Cause we smoke opponents like John Wayne in
The oil field with a six gun
Rewind the track and click play
Again, roll the windows down
Burn the city up
Go flip the truck on Freeman Loop with
Two blunts rolled and a Mountain Dew
Camouflage pants ain't like your shoes we're
Country asses that gonna come through

Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck for a check
I broke my back for the loot
I gave my all for that bag
I came up fast as a coupe
Since y'all still stuck in the past
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Let's take it back to my roots