Fruit Of My Labor ft. G' Iz The Rapper Lyrics

Back... Back

When I was roaming streets, now I roam the the beats

I wanted to be better, this fella would play them on repeat

Straight to your soul, my tongue delivers like your clinic drips

I'm a lyrical genius, when I hear the beat something clicks

A great mind testing instrumentals, for dessert

Lotta lines like open bibles, spitting scriptures in the verse

Yeah my words are sharper than any double edged sword

The way they come you would think that I kept them in a purse

My watch on the paper, I guess my time was on the line

But Still I never stop, It's me and music in my life

Musical intercourse, yes of course rap is my only child

I've been rapping for some years I kept my style so undefiled

Took me time to craft my art, A solid heart

In the dark In pen my rap, and sit behind the bars

This time I fight with punchlines I grind and I'm hitting hard

I no longer sit on sidelines this I'm taking part

Up until this moment, I've been rapping on a low

Now I'm 'bout to defy every single thing you know

Hell with your minds and hearts, I'll be going straight to your soul

When I'm spitting, better listen like you'd listen to J. Cole

Like you'd listen to J. Cole

The Off-Season

There's a reason I've been quiet all this while

Mental prison is the reason

Writer's block is not a joke

But I'm fighting

Pissed and writing

Every step's gon' make a mile

Bring it on

It'd be fun

Creativity's my cloak

I'm gon' maim you not with a brick but lyrics as a dagger

I'm a rolling stone, you could call me Mike Jagger

Always a new tone, prolly why I'm sought after

Always hard at work, trust that I am not a slacker

Referring to the music

Y'see, most people don't get me

If you feel I'm wrong, please by all means correct me

Don't pick your phone and text me out of envy or spite, that's not right, in an attempt to end me

Cancel

Handled

Look at what my hands do

Is there a single thing here that I can't do?

Don't answer that, it's rhetorical, hold the thought

Not going back, at the pinnacle, that's a lot

For you to process

I know, that's nonsense

Just don't take offense

'Cause in my defense

I wasn't trying to hurt you, just writing

I don't even know you, why would we be fighting, hm?