Reap What You Sow (feat. Daringer)

Rome Streetz

Compositor: Daringer

Uh, ayo
Praise God, family first, we trust no one
Don't feed a snake, but it takes one to know one
Cause and effect, get a check, they hate and hoes come
I ate the cake and left no crumbs, elevated from low funds
Had a flow in 201, we celebrated when that load come
Fucked up with the payment, I watched him aim it and smoke son
Popular with the flows, but I'm still close to a ghost gun
Thousand dollar clothes, The one she chose, with the gold fronts
Benz logos on the wheel, I had it shaking like a snow globe
And custys sniffin’ pills out in Farmerville
His face was peeled, drug-filled palm through the Bonneville
Now shit I'm on different no more dope resi’ on the bills
It's big wire transfers on my quest to a mill’
Still treat your grill like a four course meal
Lo’ with the big horse in the Waldorf, chill
All of your songs get turned off, you niggas need more skill
I been had the force of course, your neck under my sneaker heel
Keep a 9 millimeter heater concealed, (Still, nigga)

Need money so a nigga can't fold
I seen a lot of shit, it made my heart froze
I sold a lot of dope, but never sold my soul (Nah)
Mommy said: You gon’ reap what you sow

Ayo, I represent intellectual violence
My minds a four-five with the serial scratched off the side of it
Shining like patent leather Prada kicks
I had to make a move to go from poor pockets to prosperous
Breaking rules cause from pops I got no acknowledgment
They said I'd lose and be blind, part of the 85 percent
Now I'm cypher, leader of the crowd
Keeps a. 40 cal round for a foul style viper
Had the valves pumping on the third floor in the Nitra
I was jumping like Supreme store when they drop the hype stuff
They either want the snow or pop a pill or just pipe up
Fuck niggas ain't nothing like us
You pee-ons, kings rock gold chains like Prime Time Deion
You want the 'Rrari or the Nissan? You gotta make a choice
Said: Fuck a job, and sold a hundred piece to Joyce
Now you gotta pay me thousands for the voice

Need money so a nigga can't fold
I seen a lot of shit, it made my heart froze
I sold a lot of dope, but never sold my soul (nah)
Mommy said: You gon’ reap what you sow