Papa Reu - Rooted lyrics

[Verse 1] You win some, you lose some, life in a nutshell Free all my n***as on locked down, f** 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**, 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***a, armed with an AK Walking up the sidewalk, shooting in the broad day f** 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 k**ing all they children I'm just a n***a 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] 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***a hurry yo a** 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***as, just me solo I go for dolo, I can't tell on myself Immature a** n***as get you sentenced to d**h Loud talking in the tank like he a stoned cold k**er And you fighting a murder charge, my n***a? The moral of the story is keeping your mouth shut Cuz everybody is listening, speaking you f**ed up I tell you like them old cats say: get what you get and get your a** out the way Cuz greed'll get you 35 type, you're 27, that's the rest of your f**ing life [Hook: Papa Rue (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**ing streets) [Verse 3] Real recognize what's real, the bullsh** 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 gone take to the grave We don't honor nothing else, except the rules of getting paid And no wonder why a motherf**er hustling dope Everything we doing legal equal leaving us broke What I hope is that a n***a 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** 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**ing game n***as playing for keeps [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