Reap What You Sow
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Reap What You Sow lyrics

AlbumAll Eyes on Shiest
Year2026
GenreHip Hop Rap
Original languageEnglish
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Mm-mm-mm-mm Blrrd, blrrd Nigga, nigga, you'll reap what you sow Mm-mm-mm, way down with you tent pole, nigga (once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) I'm ready to shoot– I'm ready to– Okay They there right now? Say no more Reckless, grab KD, let's go Damn, I'm pluckin', I miss you bro, the streets say you reap what you sow Okay, you reap what you sow, Treyday died, wants you all neck to his pole Only nigga knew he had dope in his shoe was Dario Welcome to my city, home of the triple cross, don't get backdoored Can't go back to my condo in the a robbed the nigga stayed next door Ran 'cross who shit that wasn't J, respect the gang, though I can't go, my favorite motto, layin' low, playin' slow (ayy, ayy, blrrd) I hold my Drac' like a guitar, these 7. 62s push a car Me, Scarr, and Tink wrecked on a high-speed, got away by the grace of God Knock-knock-knock all through the car door, I'm hit, blood all on my chop' K-Dog took my black flag off my head to make the blood stop When it get cold, my arm ache, I get real mad again, on God We Chopper gang, not Goon Squad, ain't got no hustle, get up and box Got two knives, but this yard sweet, so I'ma just tote my lock Sittin' in the pod, eatin' Popeyes, sellin' dope off an Apple Watch Fuck a rumor, nigga, I shook the pen just like I shook the streets At first, you said I was jail talkin', now all of a sudden, you believe in me Nigga, I ain't never needed no ho, always been a what a ho need Nigga, I shook the critics, I beat the feds, that shit wasn't shit to me All I asked was the bare minimum, nigga held his nuts on me So I took it there, yeah, I, fuck you mean, nigga? You 'posed to put hoes on they back, you put your niggas up on they feet Especially when they certified, took they time and ain't scream Never got hoed, never folded, and they puttin' on for the team? Six different drugs in one bag, but in my palms, it's a glee I hid my knife right by my dick in case the metal detector beep That's six more months in the hole if the C-O try to strip search me Because you reap what you sow, Treyday died, wants you all neck to his pole Only nigga knew he had dope in his shoe was Dario Welcome to my city, home of the triple cross, don't get backdoored Can't go back to my condo in the a robbed the nigga stayed next door Ran 'cross who shit that wasn't J, respect the gang, though I can't go, my favorite motto, layin' low, playin' slow (blrrd, blrrd, nigga) Ayy, mane, Memphis home of the most dangerous, man Our motto is lay low, play slow, man See, a lot of places be different because, like they perception of gangsters, like They perception of gangster is different, you know? This shit here gotta be in you from down here, you know? You can't just make this shit up, you can't get that far fakin', like Not down here, you know? A lot of places think that ra-ra, King Kong, gorilla, like See me comin' type of shit cool or You got a place like this where Everything is element of surprise, you know what I'm sayin'? Let me explain somethin' to you niggas, man Say it's seven niggas posted on the block right now Everybody out here done smushed somethin', you know? The last nigga all the way to the right He OG, he up, he up the most, you know? The last one over here to the left, the second from last His last two boys was like, they weren't sanctioned, he did somethin' He wasn't 'posed to be doin' for some motherfuckers he wasn't even 'posed to be fuckin' with Now his number gotta get called and everybody know except him And if you know, you gotta act like you don't know Because it come out you be the one that woke him up, you gotta go with him He still smokin', laughin', playin' and chillin' Like do you know what like, survivin' some shit like that do to your mental? This shit get deep, man, you know? You ever seen a shootout with no words? You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta be on point, man Stay on your P's and Q's, man This shit ain't for a lot of you niggas, so a lot of you niggas won't get it I ain't finna keep giving you fake and half-steppin'-ass niggas this free game, man Next time, I'ma just say: Fuck you, bitch

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