Rooted lyrics

by

John Legend


[Verse 1: Scarface]
You win some, you lose some, life in a nutshell
Free all my n*ggas on locked down, f*ck jail
I've seen enough hell to never wanna live there
Tattooed teardrops, sitting in a wheelchair
Kids on the streets doing bad, momma moved out
Dopeman pushing on the corner where the schoolhouse sits
This is bullsh*t, this can't be life
I can't blame it on the hood 'cuz it gave me life
This a stick-up, don't turn it to a 187
I don't go to church so I'm far from a Reverend
Ain't nothing like a young n*gga, armed with an AK
Walking up the sidewalk, shooting in the broad day
f*ck what a broad say, I'm all day villain
I'm getting money so I'm always chilling
And even though they say I'm killing all they children
I'm just a n*gga hustling for my million dollars

[Hook: Papa Rue]
You know I stay rooted
I stay rooted
I and I stay rooted
Crooked officer, crooked officer
I stay rooted (beh!)
I and I stay rooted
[Verse 2: Scarface]
Now if I had to play Jack, I'll be leaving you bad news
Everybody in here be bound and gagged too
I'm postin' at your crib n*gga hurry yo ass home'
You was out here hi-capping and all yo stash gone
The money met the work and that's a real life no-no
It don't take a bunch of n*ggas, just me solo
I go for dolo, I can't tell on myself
Immature ass n*ggas get you sentenced to death
Loud talking in the tank like he a stone cold killer
And you fighting a murder charge, my n*gga?
The moral of the story is keeping your mouth shut
'Cause everybody is listening, speaking you f*cked up
I tell you like them old cats say: get what you get and get your ass out the way
'Cause greed'll get you 35 type, you're 27, that's the rest of your f*cking life

[Hook: Papa Reu (Scarface)]
[You know I stay rooted
I stay rooted]
I and I stay rooted
Crooked officer, crooked officer
I stay rooted (beh!)
I and I stay rooted
(It's in my DNA, my blood type G, my roots is deep up in these motherf*cking streets)

[Verse 3: Scarface]
Real recognize what's real, the bullsh*t see through
The way I spit it, ain't another one that's equal
This for my people in the game ten toes, rooted in the streets, and withholding info
We got secrets we gon' take to the grave
We don't honor nothing else, except the rules of getting paid
And no wonder why a motherf*cker hustling dope
Everything we doing legal eagle leaving us broke
What I hope is that a n*gga don't forget where he from
And turn his back on his hood cause he's seeing some crumbs
And no money in the world that's enough to respect, when somebody take a gun and put it up to your chest
Saying 'f*ck it' at the same time he squeezing a round
You can blame it on your homeboy for keeping you down
If it was me, I'd be leery of the people I meet, cuz in this motherf*cking game n*ggas playing for keeps
[Hook: Papa Reu]
You know I stay rooted
I stay rooted
I and I stay rooted
Crooked officer, crooked officer
I stay rooted (beh!)
I and I stay rooted
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