You say you heard a lot about meNigga, fuck what you heardIt’s all fun and games ’til it happens like a Based God curseYeah, cell keep tickin’ on me like I’m six-one-sevenMy cousin steez Stizz like he’s six-one-seven, okayDevil on my shoulder, marijuana from BoulderYou know my niggas in this muthafuckin’ bitchIf bein’ ugly was pretty, I’d be the shitNever been nowhere, but these niggas, they love to tripEritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopiaBitches gettin’ cold, then niggas grab your PatagoniasSo I Toby acquired herI had to get a baby who could make me get wired upYou know I’m ’bout that actionMy 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 girlThese roots made me, I bring my flowers to the world (Yeah)It’s on meWhen my flaws like ice, keep my soul inside (No, no, oh)The sun is on meAnd my stems don’t bite if the light shines bright (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)It’s rainin’ on meMy guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a lifeI got my own seeds (Yeah)They ripped my petals to my six ’cause my roots won’t dieCheck this outLike humans and animalsPlants need both water and nutrients to survive, foodMost all plants use water to carry moisture, nutrientsBack and forth between the roots and leavesBitchSearchin’ for my shelter through the storm
I find peace, my safe haven, keepin’ me far away from harmNevertheless, the greener grass is proof the roots are strongBut now we standin’ here, divided, choose the side where you belongMama, keep the lights onYeah, all I see is red, so we awake the deadShe likes my third eye, she loves my third legThis my third time around the worldwide, windsGive me the Versai-, Versac-, Benz, put work inMade my words work with pens, scribblin’ sins, I drop gemsI don’t got tick-tock time for them, seeds or stemsEvil men plottin’, we see you ’cause we watchingWe see you, believe me you, we see you (Mr. Route)Get your ass up out that grass and stretch your limbsPhotosynthesis, I see the future picture, take a glimpseEverything you tryna have is in your grab, so get a grip (Mr. Route)It’s for the kids (Mr. Route)Yo, what it is?It’s on meWhen my flaws like ice, keep my soul inside (No, no, oh)The sun is on meAnd my stems don’t bite if the light shines bright (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)It’s rainin’ on meMy guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a lifeI got my own seeds (Yeah)They ripped my petals to my six ’cause my roots won’t die(What the fuck)Holy holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)Holy holy holy, holy holy holyHoly holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)Holy holy holy, holy holy holyHoly holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)Holy holy holy, holy holy holyHoly holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)Holy holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)Let me grow