[HOOK] CHECK THE FRUIT! I ain't judging leaves. Roots tell the story, not the mouthpiece. CHECK THE FRUIT! You can hear the beat... But when the lights cut, what you really believe? Hands high— Not 'cause everything sweet. Hands high— 'Cause He met me in the deep. Whole lotta noise... I ain't buying what they sell. If it don't look like Christ... I can tell. [VERSE 1] Everybody got a podcast, everybody got advice. Whole lotta talking, ain't nobody paying price. Nowadays truth get measured by applause, Soon as it gets heavy, everybody hit pause. Saw my uncle bow his head before every meal. Didn't own much, but that peace looked real. Back then I was chasing whatever got laughs. Now I'm counting who stayed when the paycheck crashed. You can fake words... You can't fake patience. You can't fake grace when your whole life's shaking. Character ain't built when the camera's rolling. It's what you do when the room ain't noticing. [HOOK] CHECK THE FRUIT! I ain't judging leaves. Roots tell the story, not the mouthpiece. CHECK THE FRUIT! You can hear the beat... But when the lights cut, what you really believe? Hands high— Not 'cause everything sweet. Hands high— 'Cause He met me in the deep. Whole lotta noise... I ain't buying what they sell. If it don't look like Christ... I can tell. [VERSE 2] I done watched people trade peace just to stay relevant. Chasing every wave till they forgot where the shoreline is. Everybody wanna preach "live your own truth." Funny... Truth don't change every Tuesday. A cross around your neck don't mean your heart turned. Sunday clothes don't prove a lesson learned. I'd rather have a quiet life with a clean name Than another empty room yelling my stage name. My little boy don't care about streams or charts. He watches how I talk when somebody breaks my heart. That's the kind of legacy keeping me awake. Not if strangers know me... If my sons know my faith. [OUTRO] When they ask what mattered... It won't be the views. It'll be the fruit.
