Not This Fruit (feat. N A V A)

Run nigga run slave with a gun This fruit wasn't made for picking Run nigga run slave with a gun This fruit wasn't made for picking Blacks ain't mad that's what makes us beautiful Can't forget my past neither can you Send servants up in porches princes walking Righteous getting silenced cowards talking Change ain't coming til somebody come change it Blame it on the ones came and made my niggas dangerous Chief in ma home got me feeling like a stranger Now we know chains only make us more famous yea Run nigga run slave with a gun This fruit wasn't made for picking Run nigga run slave with a gun This fruit wasn't made for picking It's your body gotta fight like Tyson get up The light in your mind is as bright as the night After the stars leave the skies Nobody's gonna stop you're shine Past the point of asking imma take until I'm satisfied I mean I think I would forgive but how you won't apologize Soul is worth the price of gold I'm too heavy for that price Revenge is of the Lord so get the up out my sight Run nigga run slave with a gun This fruit wasn't made for picking Run nigga run slave with a gun This fruit wasn't made for picking