Fruits of My Labor (feat. Gumpy)

Thank you Tymonie Closed mouths don't get fed but yo lips too loose Off wit'cho head it's too big for the noose Y'all think I'm rapping that sweet shit Soon as my lips get to spitting someone on the news Y'all got the blues you looking for clues These cappers can't hang pick a new execute I wash the blood off my lyrical thumbs Y'all scrolling through feeds I'm picking my fruits With my Labor that's plenty Slaved for my roots to my fruits when I die that's no kizzy Talkin' shit is he Tooting his horn til he dizzy, I step in lips get to zipping They look at me and say T on his grizzly, I'm looking back like fashizzy A dog in this game and I'm hot wit no glizzy Y'all feline to me and I'm married so shelter ya kitty, mm Find ya litter box you piss poor I make platinum potential out tin foil Running every verse I write my insoles wearin' down Just like all of my ten toes in the ground striking all my pen's oil Frying shit on every beat like Cristco Especially when I'm behind the keyboard Know you heard the tag before the beat start If not feel free to restart cuz I'm in my duffle Tymonie and Gumpy back for the rebuddle Bringing flavor to ya ears Lyndor Truffles Know y'all in trouble ya face says it all Like you broke ya momma window playing ball Melting out ya skin shittin' in ya drawls Like, Damn, I knew I shoulda never fooled wit'chall Closed mouths don't get fed but yo lips too loose Off wit'cho head it's too big for the noose Y'all think I'm rapping that sweet shit Soon as my lips get to spitting someone on the news Y'all got the blues you looking for clues These cappers can't hang pick a new execute I wash the blood off my lyrical thumbs Y'all scrolling through feeds I'm picking my fruits Woo! Walked away from the gym, now it's gem after gem Off the pine to the pen Turn a boy into a man, earn it all for the fam Politicking with the friends, how we gonna get it in Hustle hard til the end (Uhh) Fruits of my labor, never later  Put it all in favors, yeah I need it now Put the work in, put the worth in Everything comes by the pound Accolades, money trees for the shade Sunshine, add it for a rainy day They ain't never wan'na see a nigga win White lies tryna hold us down again, uhh Maximize on the pain, lock our minds like a chain Felonizing my name, publicizing the shame Falsifying the game, jeopardizing the same Same shit, same this, same that Same black skin, hold my frontline tryna set niggas free Strange fruits hanging from the poplar tree  Traumatized that it could've been me Could've been you, could've been two Could've been her, could've been him, could've been them But I gotta pick the fruits for 'em Then sweet taste of the gems Make it happen for me and mine Mr. dufflebag show 'em how we grind Closed mouths don't get fed but yo lips too loose Off wit'cho head it's too big for the noose Y'all think I'm rapping that sweet shit Soon as my lips get to spitting someone on the news Y'all got the blues you looking for clues These cappers can't hang pick a new execute I wash the blood off my lyrical thumbs Y'all scrolling through feeds I'm picking my fruits