Fruits of My Labor by ENYE Lyrics
VERSE I
Too many East coast egos
Claiming amigos
Waiting for my demise
Devil covers up the evil
But me, though? I just keep it peaceful
Jesus piece on my chest
Give me strength, when I feel feeble
Now listen
Ain’t one to brag
But the flow too nice
Yeah, the flow too clean–
Freshly minced, cut, diced
And the bars hit hard
Lines bound to sell
Bound to cell?
Wordplay bound to kill
Okay
Now this one here might get me in trouble
Bitch move silent
Be movin' subtlе
Too many of these chefs want thе recipe
But they can’t cook my lyrics with my melodies–
You tellin' me?
They want my style
Want the Acne, no blemish
Margiela tabis
Like they got that foot fetish
To some, I might be, too hard to comprehend
Tú no me entiendes cuando te lo digo en ingles? (dime)
Representando el caribe y centro americanos
Rap’s staccato
Decked out in Galiano
Drip be 2K
Like I’m playin NBA
They say ‘touché’
And agree with what I say
Too much to do
To be wasting my time
Lines stick like glue
Rap’s solution
No slime
Tell’em to watch who they cross
I'm the leader to the pack
J.C. to the cross
VERSE II:
I dream success
Enjoy the fruits of my labor
Carrying all these words
Thought I’d put them on a paper
It’s been too long
You know they waitin' on the savior!
It’s been too long
Call up my barber for the taper
I’m so New York
Baby, I’m so uptown. (ayy)
I’m so New York
Blue fitted fits my crown. (ayy)
I’m so New York
That mean muggin' what I do. (ahh)
I’m so New York
You know the money match the crew
Too much to handle
When I’m in my bag
Two fingers in the air
While I’m in that cab. (peace!)
See you in a NY minute
Ain’t a Olsen
Take my mask, Olson it
Too many East coast egos
Claiming amigos
Waiting for my demise
Devil covers up the evil
But me, though? I just keep it peaceful
Jesus piece on my chest
Give me strength, when I feel feeble
Now listen
Ain’t one to brag
But the flow too nice
Yeah, the flow too clean–
Freshly minced, cut, diced
And the bars hit hard
Lines bound to sell
Bound to cell?
Wordplay bound to kill
Okay
Now this one here might get me in trouble
Bitch move silent
Be movin' subtlе
Too many of these chefs want thе recipe
But they can’t cook my lyrics with my melodies–
You tellin' me?
They want my style
Want the Acne, no blemish
Margiela tabis
Like they got that foot fetish
To some, I might be, too hard to comprehend
Tú no me entiendes cuando te lo digo en ingles? (dime)
Representando el caribe y centro americanos
Rap’s staccato
Decked out in Galiano
Drip be 2K
Like I’m playin NBA
They say ‘touché’
And agree with what I say
Too much to do
To be wasting my time
Lines stick like glue
Rap’s solution
No slime
Tell’em to watch who they cross
I'm the leader to the pack
J.C. to the cross
VERSE II:
I dream success
Enjoy the fruits of my labor
Carrying all these words
Thought I’d put them on a paper
It’s been too long
You know they waitin' on the savior!
It’s been too long
Call up my barber for the taper
I’m so New York
Baby, I’m so uptown. (ayy)
I’m so New York
Blue fitted fits my crown. (ayy)
I’m so New York
That mean muggin' what I do. (ahh)
I’m so New York
You know the money match the crew
Too much to handle
When I’m in my bag
Two fingers in the air
While I’m in that cab. (peace!)
See you in a NY minute
Ain’t a Olsen
Take my mask, Olson it