Lyrics Fruit of My Labor - Nate Joël

I know more about chasing dreams than chasing women
Losing precious time anytime I don't think of winnin
No strings attached I'm no puppet
You brought a knife to the fight that won't cut it
Only want the fruit of my labor you can't tempt me
I like ice like Ovi and Wayne Gretzky

Not a fan of where we at and where the world is goin
I ran out of sweat and tears only blood is showing
Pass me the mic and I breathe life in it
Your favorite lady hear my songs and she be likin it, word is real
Talkin to my people bout things that we can't agree on
Withering away when u got somebody to lean on, I hate that
Fightin each other fightin a system
A lot of rappers flash in the pans you must've missed em
Grass ain't always greener when the money blue
Money never moved me but I'm movin where the money move, and I'm at home now
Man of the house takin control
Neck covered in gold to block a shot at the throat
War ready forever and ever tell em come get me
And that's been the vision since the vision hit my mental
We only showing love we not against you let's unify

If I said it then I meant it every one of my songs really comes from me

Yeah, I wouldn't mirror you moves, you took the wrong steps
Cops got us walking to the court like we called next, leave me be
Unless it's love and support
We too deep into the mission it's too late to abort
I sit back with my Moscato and I watch it unfold
I never charge it to the game we too much in control
Father kept a sawed-off for protection
I send a shot at anybody disrespectin
I need to pose with some models in my section according to the DJ's
Those guys don't break these records these days
Put me on ya playlist and play this, they don't even make hits and made it, I can't quit
I can fit on any beat but you judge my fits not the sound of the music or the way I spit
Splitting up not an option for the team
I get seen with the ones I dreams with
I once said we don't pray to live but we'll pray for life
Love to start my morning with the music that I made at night
God I'm on a roll I might have to get a Rollie to match
We'll run the game off running these tracks, pass the baton to me
I got some brothers that's gon put the city on with me
I just hope I make the songs that make em sing along with me yeah

Nate if you can't tell
Cook boy Cook
I'm the one who make the songs that got these rappers shook yeah yeah
My word is bond
For every sing-along
Sing it with me