Reap What You Sow Lyrics by Pooh Shiesty

0:02Mm-mm-mm-mm

0:03Blrrrd, blrrrd

0:05Nigga, nigga, you'll reap what you sow

0:06Mm-mm-mm, way down with you tent pole, nigga (once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

0:11I'm ready to shoot, I'm ready to

0:12Okay

0:15They there right now? Say no more

0:15Reckless, grab KD, let's go

0:16Damn, I'm pluckin', I miss you, the streets say you reap what you sow

0:19Okay, you reap what you sow, Treyday died, wants you all neck to his pole

0:22Only nigga knew he had dope in his shoe was Dario

0:25Welcome to my city, home of the triple cross, don't get backdoored

0:29Can't go back to my condo in the A, robbed the nigga stayed nextdoor

0:33Ran 'cross who shit that wasn't jailed respect the gang, though

0:36I can't go, my favorite motto, layin' low, playin' slow (ay, ay, blrrrd)

0:39I hold my Drac' like a guitar, these 7.62s push a car

0:42Me, Scarr, and Tink wrecked on a high-speed, got away by the grace of God

0:46Knock-knock-knock all through the car door, I'm hit, blood all on my top

0:49K-Dog took my black flag off my head to make the blood stop

0:53When it get cold, my arm ache, I get real mad again, on God

0:56We Chopper Gang, not Goon Squad, ain't got no hustle, get up and box

0:59Got two knifes, but this yard sweet, so I'ma just tote my lock

1:03Sittin' in the pod, eatin' Popeyes, sellin' dope off a Apple Watch

1:06Fuck a rumor, nigga, I shook the pen just like I shook the streets

1:10At first, you said I was jail talkin', now all of a sudden, you believe in me

1:13Nigga, I ain't never needed no ho, always been a what a ho need

1:17Nigga, I shook the critics, I beat the feds, that shit wasn't shit to me

1:20All I asked was the bare minimum, nigga held his nuts on me

1:23So I took it there, yeah, I -, fuck you mean, nigga?

1:27You 'posed to put hos on they back, you put your niggas up on they feet

1:30Especially when they certified, took they time and ain't scream

1:33Never got hod, never folded, and they puttin' on for the team?

1:37Six different drugs in one bag, but in my palms, it's a glee

1:40I hid my knife right by my dick in case the metal detector beep

1:43That's six more months in the hole if the C.O. try to strip search me

1:47Because you reap what you sow, Treyday died, wants you all neck to his pole

1:50Only nigga knew he had dope in his shoe was Dario

1:54Welcome to my city, home of the triple cross, don't get backdoored

1:57Can't go back to my condo in the A, robbed the nigga stayed nextdoor

2:00Ran 'cross who shit that wasn't jailed respect the gang, though

2:04I can't go, my favorite motto, layin' low, playin' slow (blrrrd, blrrrd, nigga)

2:09Ay, mane, Memphis home of the most dangerous, man

2:12Our motto is lay low, play slow, man

2:14See, a lotta places be different because, like they perception of gangstas, like

2:18They perception of gangsta is different, you know?

2:22This shit here gotta be in you from down here, you know?

2:24You can't just make this shit up, you can't get that far fakin', like

2:27Not down here, you know?

2:29A lotta places think that ra-ra, King Kong, gorilla, like

2:31See me comin' type of shit cool or

2:35You got a place like this where

2:37Everything is element of surprise, you know I'm sayin'?

2:39Let me explain somethin' to you niggas, man

2:41Say it's seven niggas posted on the block right now

2:44E'rybody out here done smushed somethin', you know?

2:47The last nigga all the way to the right

2:50He OG, he up, he up the most, you know?

2:51The last one over here to the left, the second from last

2:54His last two boys was like, they weren't sanctioned, he did somethin'

3:00He wasn't 'posed to be doin' for some motherfuckers he wasn't even 'posed to be fuckin' with

3:03Now his number gotta get called and e'rybody know except him

3:07And if you know, you gotta act like you don't know

3:09Because it come out you be the one that woke him up, you gotta go with him

3:12He still smokin', laughin', playin' and chillin'

3:15Like do you know what like, survivin' some shit like that do to your mental?

3:19This shit get deep, man, you know?

3:22You ever seen a shootout with no words?

3:23You know I'm sayin'? You gotta be on point, man

3:25Stay on your P's and Q's, man

3:26This shit ain't for a lotta you niggas, so a lot of you niggas won't get it

3:29I ain't finna keep givin' you fake and half-steppin'-ass niggas this free game, man

3:32Next time, I'ma just say, "Fuck you, bitch"

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