This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit
Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)
Banging out niggas with attitude
Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees
Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities
Young money motherfucker we the shit
And find the fruit contaminated
Look, i got no time for that type of connection
Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,
While i got my hand on the tec, wave
If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,
Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle
Until they see a forbidden fruit that looks awesome but lethal//
But rather than singing non praise the dude
We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit
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