Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. lyrics
Flo Rida [Tramar Lacel Dillard] Miami Gardens, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. lyrics]
Hey, I can’t be mad at what got me ahead
I don't regret my ghetto struggle
Due to my success it ain't that beautiful to
Write on overcoming stress
Top Ramen noodle soup
Thank pappy for the fact I was fed
Look at me now but all before
"Hey Mr skid Row"
The dirty south ain’t just a name
The way I’ve been poor
The projects brown and white, I call it gizmo
Went from a gremlin' to them
Cars in Jigga's video
Can’t find a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I live too? I’m living
Like my Momma told it
Before you reap it, gotta sew it
Hey, still on my Kunta Kinte
Somebody had to bleed just for me to get away
My sister had to leave
I respect her staying safe
Oh yeah, I had to grieve
But I’m stronger to this day
Pain, I can't ignore it
You might say I'm ignorant
I’m mistaking for courage
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, Carol City, now I’m part of a legacy
I’m thankful for the hood
What is love without jealousy
There’s only five letters really help me
Hey, I know the seeds been planted
It’s damaging my soul
But my dreams been granted
That triple life towards
Much deeper than Earth's planet
What could I want more than
Redoing? I never panic
Gets no lower than the
Ground beneath your feet
A man will stand for nothing
If he falls for defeat
A boulder in the hand better
Than all in the street
If you look beneath the sand
Then we all need a crease
Roots before the branches
Roots before the mansions
Roots before your paper crazier
Than Marilyn Manson
Roots with your grandparents
Roots under your canvas
Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish
I’m talking 'bout roots
I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from made me
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me me
That’s because of my roots
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots
I don't regret my ghetto struggle
Due to my success it ain't that beautiful to
Write on overcoming stress
Top Ramen noodle soup
Thank pappy for the fact I was fed
Look at me now but all before
"Hey Mr skid Row"
The dirty south ain’t just a name
The way I’ve been poor
The projects brown and white, I call it gizmo
Went from a gremlin' to them
Cars in Jigga's video
Can’t find a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I live too? I’m living
Like my Momma told it
Before you reap it, gotta sew it
Hey, still on my Kunta Kinte
Somebody had to bleed just for me to get away
My sister had to leave
I respect her staying safe
Oh yeah, I had to grieve
But I’m stronger to this day
Pain, I can't ignore it
You might say I'm ignorant
I’m mistaking for courage
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, Carol City, now I’m part of a legacy
I’m thankful for the hood
What is love without jealousy
There’s only five letters really help me
Hey, I know the seeds been planted
It’s damaging my soul
But my dreams been granted
That triple life towards
Much deeper than Earth's planet
What could I want more than
Redoing? I never panic
Gets no lower than the
Ground beneath your feet
A man will stand for nothing
If he falls for defeat
A boulder in the hand better
Than all in the street
If you look beneath the sand
Then we all need a crease
Roots before the branches
Roots before the mansions
Roots before your paper crazier
Than Marilyn Manson
Roots with your grandparents
Roots under your canvas
Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish
I’m talking 'bout roots
I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from made me
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me me
That’s because of my roots
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots