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you a plate, soul food, know how Granny do it
Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it
When I brought it why had guard have to look all
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game

[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
in his Lex
A man should be satisfied wit good by the food of his mouth
In a time of drought, his roots should still sprout
What the owl sees
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by
sleep right tonight
now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
but I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
breakfast for
rollin' hella sess
I keep a smile 'cause I never stress
I'm gettin' love in Kentucky from Paducah back to Somerset
And, yeah, I'm country--I don't run
Love you questioning
Hate is evident
People who never voted betray you for dead presidents
Some wear two faces: friend and enemy
And gain nothing
Attacked world-wide
My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back?

No question, like, like, the Roots
Without their drummer
You step up in a relay, son
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin' info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto
With tinted
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin' info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto
With tinted
as a pea, though my weight fluctuates
Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama
And call her out by her name
I can make her
[Chorus]
I
I am
I am a
I am a blackman
I am a
I am
I am I
Blackman
(love a blackman from infinity to infinity)

I am
I am a blackman
I
Roots!

Praise for the days when I couldn't get paid
In the fix on the mix in the damn projects
Cracks for the blacks but I couldn't sell that
Even
were clapping at ya'll
But nowadays the chopper's givin' applause
See, if the love of money is the root of evil
It's no wonder this culture brainwashing
the glory, there's so many stories around my way

It's been hard on us, day by day
Watchin my step gotta play where I lay
Now why this mother fucker want
scar
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in