Warm Brew - The Roots [Audio]

Warm Brew - The Roots [Audio] with tags red bull records, redbullrecords

Connect with Warm Brew:

Lyrics:

The Roots

When they chronicle my whole life

That nonfiction ‘bout fucking bitches 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 fuck 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 bitches get when you grown

Or maybe I just did them wrong

Fuck 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 bitch body bang

Ay, bet my bitch body bang

Bet my fratelli my rellies pull up with all they cream

Man this shit is not a game

Genesis 29:20

Everybody guessing how I’mma act with money

Repairing my damage

Take the bandage off my mummy

Know at all’s know nothing know at all’s don’t study

Now you got your information homie how could you hate

So much shit on my plate

I’m gaining studio weight

I’m seeing life like a slide show ungrateful

I took a trip to Paris didn’t even see the Eiffel

I ain’t playing games bust a move

If I’m too busy for the Louvre

I’m too busy for you

‘Cause dog in the hood all we got is fast food

But still got the means to smoke and cop brews

Please mind your manners my crew can get rude

Gotta make deals pay bills and pay dues

My only view of college was watching a different world your view of me is

Smoking and drinking and sniffing

Searching for a David a Ruffin a different pearl

Oh my god

I prayed to that

I can’t believe I really got away with that

If I died then I’d probably be okay wit that

Make a trade LA can get the Raiders back

Know your worth

I’m smooth like butter in church

Oh my god oh my god yeah I prayed to that

I can’t believe I really got away

Take a trip with the mad man

Standing on the pier, bottle in hand

Nigga screaming I be pouring

My emotion in this ocean

Hope Calypso keep a secret

If she don't I swear I'm done

If she talked about the times

She seen me cry about to jump

Like the time 2005 auntie found my uncle slumped

Always said I'd be just like him

Now I guess we'll never know

So I had to be the rose in concrete

Gotta fight to grow

See

Pressure builds diamonds

And evene busts pipes

Lotta of nigga

Cop diamonds off of stuffing them pipes

But

Who am I to judge

I'm a hustler

With some vices

LAPD killing niggas

Fuck I'm scared of Isis

Immigrated mama

And a shadow for a pops

Ain’t no sparring on my side

Nigga better learn to box

No time to whine

Never drink it out the box

Now it's only fine wine

‘Cause we made it to the top