Black Fruit

You lookin at the one
Y'all didn't count on
Now i look like money count up
Black fruit you can be proud of
Every verse you can count on
Why i see every digit
You can count on
Babies got yo hands up
Reaching for the black fruit
Ladies put yo man on
You know i gotchu
You're the blessing
Flexing
Punches don't have no curfew
Black fruit
Hold thru
Contractions
Ach transactions
Couple extra ooo
All i do
For you black fruit
Don't i bend back they roof
Bend back the truth
Bend back words
Bring back to you
See every bar b on cue
How they talk still askew
Yerr
Big spend
Durr
On the coupe
Skrrt
Been up in marvin's room
This here way more flu
Niggas knew how i give it up
Its you if you're asking who im talking to
Same inside
Outside looking bulletproof
That's why you see these bullet wounds
When persistent
I might
That i'll pull it to
Black fruit
Pull you thru
Believing in the lies
Just to spite the truth
Push eve to demise
Bite size line
That she would rather die
Than fight with you
Ain't that the truth
Black fruit
Don't i talk hope and promise
Notes without commas
Do the most right from pajamas
Rather be comfy
They sleeping on us
Move around
Spikes and tar from the startup
Pass pabst blue ribbons
That blue faces
Gold medal on the collars
Dope peddling dollars
Been a dope mc
Hammer glove compartment
Brought with me to temple
Cause by the third eye
Life will be simple black fruit



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Craig, Brook Chapman
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