.S - Flo Rida

I m talking bout roots

I can t hate where I m from

Cause where I m from made me （Cause where I m from made me）

I came from the bottom of the slums

But now I got me...me

That s because of my roots （Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh）

I m talking bout roots （Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh）

I m talking bout roots

Hey I can t be mad at what ya ll meet ahead

I don t regret my ghetto struggle due to my success

It ain t that beautiful to write on overcoming stress

Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was fed

Look at me now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row

The dirty south ain t just a name the way I ve been poor

The projects burnin white, I call it gizmo

Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga video

Can t find a meal to a mil, only God know it

No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it

Can I live to I m livin like my Momma told it

Before you rip it, gotta sew it

Yeah

I m talking bout roots

I can t hate where I m from

Cause where I m from made me （Cause where I m from made me）

I came from the bottom of the slums

But now I got me...me

That s because of my roots （Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh）

I m talking bout roots （Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh）

I m talking bout roots

Hey, still on my coupe but can t take

Somebody had to be just to get away

My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe

Oh yea I had to grieve but I m stronger to this day

Pain, I can t ignore it, you might say I m ignorant

I m mistakin for courage, which victory so gorgeous

Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest

Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important

37 ave and 187 street, Miami （Karat city）, now I m part of a legacy

I m thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy

There s only five letters really help me

I m talking bout roots

I can t hate where I m from

Cause where I m from made me （Cause where I m from made me）

I came from the bottom of the slums

But now I got me...me

That s because of my roots （Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh）

I m talking bout roots （Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh）

I m talking bout roots

Hey I know the seeds been planted

It s damaging my soul but my dreams been granted

That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet

What could I want more than redoing I never planned it

Gets no lower than a grabbin on your feet

A man will stand for nothin if he fall off with the feet

A baller and a hitter all in the street

If you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease

Roots before the branches, roots before mansions

Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson

Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas

Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish

I m talking bout roots

I can t hate where I m from

Cause where I m from made me （Cause where I m from made me）

I came from the bottom of the slums

But now I got me...me

That s because of my roots （Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh）

I m talking bout roots （Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh）

I m talking bout roots