Lyrics STRANGE FRUIT - Fauva Gahd

I ain't one of them
Trying to break up a brick in a Cullinan
Selling work on the block
Can be troubling
We ain't fronting it if you can't double it
Put some heat on that spoon get it bubbling
Leave the keys in the car
I'm just running in
Who is that
I don't know
He ain't coming in
Got two hands on the stick
Like I'm shoveling
Can you dig that
Touching lives through rap
I did that
Flip dogs bags live that
Love and respect I give that
Imagine what I get back

Gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
I'm off adrenaline
I made a purchase and we got bout
Ten of them
Bro facing numbers
Yeah he facing ten of them
Gentlemen
I had to look at the state I was living in
I was at risk of not seeing my kids again
All for the love of that bloody blue Benjamin
Gentlemen
And my shorty just told me I'm stepping
Big dog big strap new whip new weapon
And I'm to young to be stressing
And my shorty just told me I'm stepping
Big dog big strap new whip new weapon
Big dog big strap new whip new weapon

Ain't it funny how I made it out
And you didn't
Told you homie agenda was hidden
But you ain't wanna listen
Them pieces was hitting
You put us all in a fucked up position
Breeze
Boy this shit finna be a breeze
Boy
Don't get no blood on the leaves
Aye look
I've seen strange fruit hang
I come from a city where they don't bang
You flick that bic and you gonna see a flame
Five wing fry from the Fu Kang
We clicked up heavy in the hood
I might stuff some smelly in a wood
Let's get this very understood
I'm that V twelve engine that could
Vroom
Nigga
Let me catch my breath
Ain't no blood on my hands
Ain't no blood on the bands
I yell get to the chopper it's blood on the fans
Now its blood on the stands
Yeah I see you watching from the sideline
I remember them times you would side eye