fruits of my labor Lyrics

Rappin onna tether

These Amiris Cuban Leather

Got a check

I'm reckless

Made it rain ( Now so be my necklace)

I changed the weather ( look like treasure)

Fuck the bitch

Then Dead Her

I'm Real P

This shit my pleasure

Niggas hate the Game

And blowing down

They pulling levers

I ain ask for nethin

LV Bag

Secure my weapons

I was broke as fuck

And now I'm UP

I learned my lessons

Inna Field

I'm balling

Feel like Hardman

Ain't no question

Lately, it's been me & one my dawgs

Like I am Legend

Left a bitch on read

She wanna fuck

I leave em guessing

I ont give 'em rings

I slam the bitch

Like ima Wrestler

Body Slam a Beat

I'm at the Peak

Can't see the haters

Can't go back to broke

I cut dead weight

Like I got Razors

Cut the brick in half

The Siamese just got a Taper

The bitch gone need a lawyer

If she think that I'm gone save her

Biggest in it Jiggin

Smoking Cookies with my Neighbors

Dior got to work

I'm squeezing fruits

From all my labor

XD got a scope

I spent like 13 onna Laser

Catch me inna jungle

I might rumble

On my Pimpin

I ain't start the waves

I got the sauce from TJ Simpson

I ain't catch the bag

Until Guvinchi touched the kitchen

Yeah