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Reap What You Sow

Reap What You Sow

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Mm-mm-mm-mm

Blrrrd, blrrrd

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, 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 nextdoor

Ran 'cross who shit that wasn't jailed respect the gang, though

I can't go, my favorite motto, layin' low, playin' slow (ay, ay, blrrrd)

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 top

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 knifes, but this yard sweet, so I'ma just tote my lock

Sittin' in the pod, eatin' Popeyes, sellin' dope off a 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 hos on they back, you put your niggas up on they feet

Especially when they certified, took they time and ain't scream

Never got hod, 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 nextdoor

Ran 'cross who shit that wasn't jailed respect the gang, though

I can't go, my favorite motto, layin' low, playin' slow (blrrrd, blrrrd, nigga)

Ay, mane, Memphis home of the most dangerous, man

Our motto is lay low, play slow, man

See, a lotta places be different because, like they perception of gangstas, like

They perception of gangsta 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 lotta 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 I'm sayin'?

Let me explain somethin' to you niggas, man

Say it's seven niggas posted on the block right now

E'rybody 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 e'rybody 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 I'm sayin'? You gotta be on point, man

Stay on your P's and Q's, man

This shit ain't for a lotta you niggas, so a lot of you niggas won't get it

I ain't finna keep givin' you fake and half-steppin'-ass niggas this free game, man

Next time, I'ma just say, "Fuck you, bitch"

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