Fruit of Life

You know that I'm chasin' when I come on the track

You got young niggas sprayin', chasin' the biddies and racks

And you got young ladies out here shakin' they titties and ass

Anything for the bag, man, that shit's kinda sad

But from their perspective, that's the only shit that they have

And they livin' reckless, different definitions of bad

While you was sittin' in school, they was skippin' the class

And you still actin' a fool, but they was growin' up fast

Because they wanted to be first, man, they was tired of last

And now it fuckin' hurts whenever you look back on the past