Roots

[Verse 1: Aminé]

You say you heard a lot about me

Nigga, fuck what you heard

It's all fun and games 'til it happens like a Based God curse

Yeah, cell keep tickin' on me like I'm six-one-seven

My cousin steez Stizz like he's six-one-seven, okay

Devil on my shoulder, marijuana from Boulder

You know my niggas in this muthafuckin' bitch

If bein' ugly was pretty, I'd be the shit

Never been nowhere, but these niggas, they love to trip

Eritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopia

Bitches gettin' cold, then niggas grab your Patagonias

So I Toby acquired her

I had to get a baby who could make me get wired up

You know I'm 'bout that action

My nigga Marc could get it crackin'

Open up your soul and take your body like, "What's ha'nnin'"

I'm not a succulent or sucker, baby girl

These roots made me, I bring my flowers to the world (Yeah)

[Chorus: Aminé, Aminé & Charlie Wilson, Charlie Wilson]

It's on me

Wear my flaws like ice, keep my soul in sight (No, no, oh)