The Roots lyrics

When they chronicle my whole life
That nonfiction ‘bout f*cking b*tches and flights
How he wrote scriptures will capture pictures all night
How he’d get paid then hit the stage them lights was bright, ay
How he fought daily with Regina
Couldn’t wash away the past if he took it to a cleaner
All her f*ck boy exes Seagrams and court subpoenas
Still he love her though he love her
He really wish he could see her
Yeah that’s prob’ly what they gon’ say
If they knew me or knew the way I was raised
In that hoopty I never would get no praise
Got arrested adding stress to your already restless ways
Now I got exes of my own
You tried to warn me how crazy these b*tches get when you grown
Or maybe I just did them wrong
f*ck I’m talking ‘bout you’d slap me say money go get you some, uh!
‘Cause I was raised up by a G
Received my teachings from the queen
From getting caught with hella Ps
Hope you proud of me ‘bout take my third trip back overseas
Yeah you know that’s just how we do mama
Bought you this Gucci ring to show just how we move on ‘em
Next it’s that mazi thang Italy for the holidays
Smashing through bari roley chain
Bet my b*tch body bang
Ay, bet my b*tch body bang
Bet my fratelli my rellies pull up with all they cream
Man this sh*t is not a game