Fruits of Labor

Always running out of runtz These blunts nowadays Don't get high enough I'm spending all my bank I know I buy enough Shorty always pissed off Why you fired up Don't got it to fight with you Out here niggas fighting us Dirty players in the game moving foul on me I can't see the fruits of my labor going sour on me Bitch had her head to high now she down on me Dizzy looking down on me I know he proud of me I'm pouring liquor so you know I'm with ya I can't do it pocket size you taught me the bigger picture Just got paid now I gotta make it rain Bringing out the hood it look like Labor Day parade I can't be at fault that your nigga feel a way She told me slide in, it was safe Thought I covered every base While I can smell em Put my flowers in a vase Smoking flowers to the face Got exotic by the plate Really could be us But a bitch just gotta play If I'm paying for that ass Please don't let it go to waste Who needs a lawyer, I got bitches on my case If I don't set no boundaries then she gone overstay I think I love her but she for the streets Damn, I don't trust her I can't fall asleep Walking a goat path I don't follow sheep I know haters scroll pass but still follow me And if I lie to you ever it's the better option Lay in a bed of options She see the whip and hop in Always running out of runtz These blunts nowadays Don't get high enough I'm spending all my bank I know I buy enough Shorty always pissed off Why you fired up Don't got it to fight with you Out here niggas fighting us Dirty players in the game moving foul on me I can't see the fruits of my labor going sour on me Bitch had her head to high now she down on me Dizzy looking down on me I know he proud of me