Lyrics ROOTS FREESTYLE - Akif

Back in grade school, four quarters meant a lot
Nowadays two racks can barely stir the pot
Pass the plate, you can't handle, give me the candle
Passing me the torch hip hop is the mantle
Legendary samples I trample drum beat but backwards
Never had to ask for
Luxury, always going out my way just for the fuck of it
Fuckery, all these bitchboys under me
I utter these words
You think you the one that's like everyone's universe
I'll be the first to make it, no wrong story
All pain, all glory
Outpouring emotion, devoted, shouts out to the realest
CJ, making c notes on the weekday
Free day on the weekend, rapping at his stu
Back then we had weak shit
Nowadays we see shit, skating then we eat shit
All we do is preach this

Do what you love, what's the point of this life
Striving, thriving, dreams have no price
Keep your eyes on the prize, no lie
Everyone don't make it, just make sure you don't fake it
Make sure you authentic
Keep up all your projects cuz you never know you blow up, with little to no profit