Deeply Rooted by Young Dopey Lyrics
[Verse 1: Young Dopey]
Homies deep (E’z up)
Pockets deeper
That’s why
I stay with a nine millimeter
Fuck with a bitch
That looks just like Shakira
Ain’t never faithful
I hit it and leave her
Told the bitch
Don’t get caught in yo feelings
She know damn well
I associate with killas
So many stripes
I’m like Tony the Tiger
Great full put in
Highly deep in my rivals
It’s survival knee deep in the gang
Deeply involved
That shit run thru my veins
And my roots buried
Way down to the core
That my own momma
Couldn’t deal with me anymore
That Inglewood swag
Took over my spirit
Kinda like a disease
Doctor couldn’t cure it
Just for that
I might just run for mayor
Vote for me
I’m at the new rap stadium
[Hook: Rayven Justice] x2
The hood love me
And I love em back
Gang gang shit
Gotta stay strapped
I don’t chase bitches
I just chase racks
Bust at us we gon’ bust back
[Verse 2: Pacman da Gunman]
Baby blue chucks & the Cuban link
Niggas always talking about
What they wanna do to me
Catch em out in traffic
They be cool with me
Niggas probably scared to see
What the fuck the truth would be
Truth be told
Do a lot of shit can’t talk about
If you in the field
Know the real we can’t talk about
Peter piper picked knife
I picked a bigger gun
Pulling up in niggas hoods
Where you niggas from?
I done gave niggas passes
Paid my momma bills
Gave other momma ashes
We the reason
Every weekend
Every single meeting
We never talk about it
Niggas just got finished sweeping
You can even check the score
We is not even
You can catch our gun smoking
Like every evening
Look, you can see it in our face
Every time we made it home
Thank the lord got us great
[Hook: Rayven Justice] x2
The hood love me
And I love em back
Gang gang shit
Gotta stay strapped
I don’t chase bitches
I just chase racks
Bust at us we gon’ bust back
[Verse 3: Young Dopey]
Thru a storm, Thru any weather
We’ll still remain deep down thru any pressure
And we stay loyal thru our endeavors
And make sure that the hood
Function together
My team gotta win
Boy that’s mando
Money bag dreams
One day driving a Lambo
One day I gotta put myself thru college
And earn every penny
Thru street knowledge
I pay homage to all my OG’s
That planted the seed
That made me (Sporty G)
It grew and it grew
And it grew and it grew
So high playboy
I’m a act a fool
Can’t move playa
I’m just too involved
Tell Hawthorne PD
I said fuck the law
Inglewood PD too
Fuck you suck my balls
Deeply rooted
I’m never gonna stop
[Hook: Rayven Justice] x2
The hood love me
And I love em back
Gang gang shit
Gotta stay strapped
I don’t chase bitches
I just chase racks
Bust at us we gon’ bust back
Homies deep (E’z up)
Pockets deeper
That’s why
I stay with a nine millimeter
Fuck with a bitch
That looks just like Shakira
Ain’t never faithful
I hit it and leave her
Told the bitch
Don’t get caught in yo feelings
She know damn well
I associate with killas
So many stripes
I’m like Tony the Tiger
Great full put in
Highly deep in my rivals
It’s survival knee deep in the gang
Deeply involved
That shit run thru my veins
And my roots buried
Way down to the core
That my own momma
Couldn’t deal with me anymore
That Inglewood swag
Took over my spirit
Kinda like a disease
Doctor couldn’t cure it
Just for that
I might just run for mayor
Vote for me
I’m at the new rap stadium
[Hook: Rayven Justice] x2
The hood love me
And I love em back
Gang gang shit
Gotta stay strapped
I don’t chase bitches
I just chase racks
Bust at us we gon’ bust back
[Verse 2: Pacman da Gunman]
Baby blue chucks & the Cuban link
Niggas always talking about
What they wanna do to me
Catch em out in traffic
They be cool with me
Niggas probably scared to see
What the fuck the truth would be
Truth be told
Do a lot of shit can’t talk about
If you in the field
Know the real we can’t talk about
Peter piper picked knife
I picked a bigger gun
Pulling up in niggas hoods
Where you niggas from?
I done gave niggas passes
Paid my momma bills
Gave other momma ashes
We the reason
Every weekend
Every single meeting
We never talk about it
Niggas just got finished sweeping
You can even check the score
We is not even
You can catch our gun smoking
Like every evening
Look, you can see it in our face
Every time we made it home
Thank the lord got us great
[Hook: Rayven Justice] x2
The hood love me
And I love em back
Gang gang shit
Gotta stay strapped
I don’t chase bitches
I just chase racks
Bust at us we gon’ bust back
[Verse 3: Young Dopey]
Thru a storm, Thru any weather
We’ll still remain deep down thru any pressure
And we stay loyal thru our endeavors
And make sure that the hood
Function together
My team gotta win
Boy that’s mando
Money bag dreams
One day driving a Lambo
One day I gotta put myself thru college
And earn every penny
Thru street knowledge
I pay homage to all my OG’s
That planted the seed
That made me (Sporty G)
It grew and it grew
And it grew and it grew
So high playboy
I’m a act a fool
Can’t move playa
I’m just too involved
Tell Hawthorne PD
I said fuck the law
Inglewood PD too
Fuck you suck my balls
Deeply rooted
I’m never gonna stop
[Hook: Rayven Justice] x2
The hood love me
And I love em back
Gang gang shit
Gotta stay strapped
I don’t chase bitches
I just chase racks
Bust at us we gon’ bust back