Upchurch
Back To My Roots
[Intro]
Yeah
That's right
Let the band play

[Chorus: Big Murph]
Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck for a check
I broke my back for the loot
I gave my all for that bag
I came up fast as a coupe
Since y'all still stuck in the past
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots

[Verse 1: Big Murph]
Let's take it back to the past, bust my ass for the cash
Break my back for the stacks, give my all for a rack
Break my head for a check 'cause the money I collect
Bitch I'm all about my bread when I see my fuckin' stress
My gun is like a bed, I'm making these feds
Trying to play hard ball when you can't even catch
You're a rookie, call bookie, over lookie
Mr. Sweet like a cookie, boy listen here lookie
I'm a mother fuckin' pro, and my eyes sittin' low
Might be higher than a crow, on some figgy ass dough
Got a wicked ass flow, let me turn it into hoes
Me and Church flow tight like a string on my bow
Last homie get with it not a fuckin' Tahoe
When you know it's gonna hit like a fuckin' bongo
We'll stay on the moon like I'm fuckin' Bob Hope
All those makin' cash like my money combo
Make the green fast like the money pronto
All about my bubs like a fuckin' Bronco
Tryin' to stack up my chips like a fuckin' nacho
Tats on my skin like I'm fuckin' Tonto
Ain't gonna quit 'til I'm head honcho
I'll be waiting at the track need a fuckin' poncho
[Chorus: Big Murph]
Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck for a check
I broke my back for the loot
I gave my all for that bag
I came up fast as a coupe
Since y'all still stuck in the past
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots

[Verse 2: Upchurch]
'Cause I was raised up by them stop signs where them Cutlasses burn rubber dog
Caprice's on them 28's and truck hitches with swangin' balls
Them country boys with big old straps and wheels real fat like they named Big Snap
My under grow like NASA bitch and plus my glove box got that blah
I'm fresh as fuck I got the sauce, my weed blow like a broke exhaust
I'm leakin' oil all in this lane and all my boys with me in first
Ain't no shake n bake when we on the other, we get hella traction like Firestone
That Dixie weed from the roller ring got my magic wheels feelin' so gone
'Cause we smoke opponents like John Wayne in the oil field with a six gun
Rewind the track and click play again, roll the windows down, burn the city up
Go flip the truck on Freeman Loop with two blunts rolled and a Mountain Dew
Camouflage pants ain't like your shoes we're country asses that gonna come through
[Chorus: Big Murph]
Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck for a check
I broke my back for the loot
I gave my all for that bag
I came up fast as a coupe
Since y'all still stuck in the past
Let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots
Let's take it back, let's take it back, let's take it back to my roots