Fruits Of My Labor

[Verse 1]

Back in this bitch like the tip of my dick
Y'all gotta feel me I'm pulsing and stroking
If it ain't no room for me up inside
I'ma still get in I'm busting it open
And when I tell you I'm getting this green
I don't just mean the shit that I'm smoking
I had to get it so I started hustling
Good luck to you with your wishing and hoping
I'm in the driver's seat gripping the steering wheel
I'm in control of my destiny
It ain't no telling what I'm bout to whip up
Shit I don't even know the recipe
I am my only competition
My only mission is to be a better me
I'll take your head off so do not be so quick
To think that you can get ahead of me

[Hook]

Put in the work now I'm making the paper
These are the fruits of my labor
I do not wait up I'm just going way up
Everything I do is major
Put in the work now I'm making the paper
These are the fruits of my labor
I do not wait up I'm just going way up
Everything I do is

[Verse 2]

Niggas be perpetrating
Me I'm just penetrating I'm all up inside it
I do not wait for no signal to go
I just get up and start firing
Baby I stay with a whole lot of work
And I am constantly hiring
You gotta have the same drive as me
That is my only requirement
I do not babysit
Get your ass up and get off of your labia
This is some serious business
I came here to kill off the games like a Stadia
I ain't no hero but bitch if you want one
Then hit up Enrique Iglesias
I am the truth so if it ain't that
Then it will not come out my trachea

[Hook]

Put in the work now I'm making the paper
These are the fruits of my labor
I do not wait up I'm just going way up
Everything I do is major
Put in the work now I'm making the paper
These are the fruits of my labor
I do not wait up I'm just going way up
Everything I do is major