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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, Trey Day died, one shoe off next 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 Choppa 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 CO try to strip search me Because you reap what you sow, Trey Day died, one shoe off next 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)