Dragonfruit Lyrics

I got hate in my heart, pain in my lungs

I still feel the worst is yet to come

I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes

A rose gold aura, my tears can paint the sky

I got love on my mind but got knives in my back

I got angels in my ear, telling me to hold back

Too smart for my own good, so I gotta play it dumb

I got third degree burns so my feelings still numb

Fruits of my labor and it's bitter, had to reconsider

Giving all your feelings to these women, you become a victim

Damaged by the system that was crooked when I was a rookie

So I'm kinda pushy, fighting temptations like I'm Cuba Gooden

I don't have no love for these niggas, think I lost the feeling

Stepped on the court, I'm still water

Never lost my rhythm

I'm not really worried bout the end, it's just the beginning

Tell me that you love me, what you love about me, be specific

I be lying to these niggas, but the truth is

I don't feel them, oh no

I be flexing like I'm timid, they don't really know I'm wicked

I see the world through a red lens

My wife just drove off in a red benz

She said she loved it, I'm like tell a friend

Said she want my baby, I'm like come again

You can't find a nigga like me from my ends

Can't be on the phone when the hustling commence

I'm on the road I'm to this bag I might be back by ten

Go out of town I make a play I won't come back again

Communication don't mean nothing if they can't comprehend

I'm never tense, my bars heavy hit like Errol Spence

I kill a beat, they give me five stars like Oak Cliff

Don't ask about her, I don't know her like I'm Joakim

Conquered my emotions through the storm

Look how I adapted

But I'm still Flxme, God might use my fire for the rapture

I'm the answer, I don't need no practice

She doing tricks for the kid, I'm like Silly Rabbit

Ninety-five degrees, Tim's on with some skinny jeans

Cuban link choker, gold plated cost me over three

Cremo double one, tobacco, cardamom, vanilla bean

Walking through the set, my smell attracting all these pretty things

Pressed your line once to see what's up and you was playing around

Spin the block twice like category three, I'm touching down

Like juice after shots, you wanna chaser, you enjoy the thrill

Acting up in public, playing around, we like Key and Peel

Niggas ain't my son, but I'm they dad, feel like Uncle Phil

Wizard in the booth, I'm giving round, I feel like I'm Gil

Acting like they built, these niggas funny, they like Dave Chappelle

You reap what you sow, I brought dragon fruit to show and tell