Roots

[Intro]
It's a pretty simple little freestyle to boot
As I reach my roots
Find the shot to shoot
I'm back again for these thirsty yutes
I'm keeping it real, no peels this time
I'm still figuring out how to make a dime
You don't wanna wait for the game, stay out the line

[Verse]
Call me Uncle Ill, boy I'm bouto shine
I keep it running, they wanna see it coming
They toe punting, while I'm about 100
I'ma mess up the game
Not a hunter, but I'm stuntin'
It's stunnin' the way I'm cunning when I'm hunting the other ones
And I've found a way to change the pace
I'm outgrowing my time and my place
Found safety in numbers and I'm keeping a trace
I'm taking them down, brace, it's a cow race
Time raking its fanbase, it's the Dao taste
Got so many enemies pretendin' to be endin' me
While I'm fendin' off the mental preliminaries
Hand me the Sledgehammer, this is a Call of Duty
The way I'm on top, you'd think I had the roofies
Don't have to be a stinging boxer to ruby
Pass the doobie, I'm straight rulin' all of these loonies
It seems to be at ease, it's how it supposed to be
Log off life, straight up control-alt-delete
You need to see the way it be when it comes to me
I'm right under your chin, like goatees, so bro please
Keep away if you tryna step to me, so phonies
Say cheese, before you get charged, no low fees

[Outro]
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