FRUIT

[Verse 1]
Sitting on the thrown, I am never stressed
And as of lately to, i am never dressed
But nigga when i do, in them guiseppe steps
But they had a price, coma of giving neck

Sex, im specking it
I'm the best, undefeated
Niggas is pest and I'm treating with zest
Im a lyrical vet
Giving niggas that hex
Got the game under stress
All these bitches my sons can smell my tit on they breath now what

[Hook]
Yes
Feel it in my chest
I am in distress
I am under stress
Yes, yes

He's watching me burlesque
Now he wanna sex
Feel it in my chest, chest (X2)

[Verse 2]
Sleek smile, brown eyes, hands on my thigh
He was a god father of that smooth jazz now i call him daddy while he's grabbing on my smooth ass
Bout his bucks and his cheddar that exclusive cash
Lights off even though my sun has passed
To the moon
Where my spirit and the gen is cold
Give it to me good you'll get it back at about seven fold
I'm on this seat of gold
But i can share the thrown
Finesse in his approach
The man is very bold
Ego is very swole
My weed is very good
Nobody can get me in the mood better than mary could

Should i take him to my home i maybe should
Tempations not to play with, spirits at risk of vanquish
Hittin licks, going ten, the sessions about to begin
What is this?
Strange fruit it dangles very well
The tree couldn't tell
The roots reside in side me
I'ma let 'em find me

[Closing]
I'ma let 'em find me
The roots reside inside me
The fruit resides inside me
The fruit resides inside me
The root resides inside me
The fruit resides inside me