Fruit - Matt Fine

If they ever really try to get to me,

It’s gon' take a lot for them to kill the vibe,

Got a lot of fruit growing on the trees

Manifesting everything I fantasize

Say ya I know I got it,

I don’t wanna stop it,

This is everything I know

Say ya I know I got it

I ain’t gon' stop it

Look at all the fruit I’ve grown

2011 left my home,

I went and linked with coop,

Selling hats and t shirts

Anything we got you know we moved

At the festivals, the youngest hustlers in the booth

Wasn’t even twenty, had the biggest vision in the room

I seen a lot of things change up,

But i stayed me and thats true shit

Lost a lot of friends on the way,

Now they say I knew him

Chicago’s homes forever

The mood and food is better

Hot peppers and cold weather,

No city gone ever measure

I just left work, I’m working now,

All this is work is working out,

Only got so many fucks to give,

And lately going fucking wild,

Trying to make my momma proud

Trying to buy my mommas house

I’ve been turning up because

I’ll never let em turn me down

If they ever really try to get to me,

It’s gon' take a lot for them to kill the vibe,

Got a lot of fruit growing on the trees

Manifesting everything I fantasize

Say ya I know I got it,

I don’t wanna stop it,

This is everything I know

Say ya I know I got it

I ain’t gon' stop it

Look at all the fruit I’ve grown

Right now it’s a quarter to 2

Look what I did in an hour or 2

Stacking my plate and I never debate if I could handle the food,

I gotta chew,

I gotta move,

I gotta weed out a few

Cause y’all do the same things

And I just can’t help but bend all the rules

I manifest my destiny,

Like I got a mother fucking genie sitting right here next to me,

Lately I’ve been feeling all this pressure try to get to me

But I will never let no body’s water ever let me sink

I turn my pain to blessings, my failure to lessons

And even when I know I be stressing,

I look in the mirror,

Never the rear,

Go look at my peers,

It really appears,

That imma have me a year

Bounce on this instrumental, I ain’t know no better

Never letting up the gas, I just push the pedal

Got her moaning screaming, bringing out her inner devil

I got a lot of fruit, ya it’s a different level

I got a lot of fruit

I got a lot of fruit

I got a lot of fruit

I got a lot of fruit