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Reap You Sow"

Uh! King climb adolescence
back to finessing, guess you're guessing
And PMS'in' in the direction
The BM stretchin' for so long,
Tweakin' my engine, dreamin my crown on, the legend
Heaven's cadences I'm for
God sends halos, I'm more rookies will die for nothin, only remember kin names in war
Social beefin' is weak, so don't anticipate a post or a tweet, I don't even to speak
Ain't no competition breathin luck
I your squad up
I'm panty stackin broads up, your rapper bar struck
Writers collision, in a psychos kitchen
now the titles missin, hooked, the recitals listen
If I told you I was tired, would you me?
you criticize my counter disappearances you're lucky
I'm flippin, target anyone they above me
Start pickin' them off one by one, that be lovely, and ugly

say you gon' reap what you sow
There ain't no here in this place that I call home
No one to lean on, I out here on my own
Don't no haters 'round me fuckin' up my zone
You're well protected, ain't no way to roam
Hand on my heater you never really know
Separate yourself, they ain't gon' let you
I wanna' win, think the hood gonn' let me go, oh

Peace be to purity, more chances for the wicked
Made my darker days be full moons, all the goons can kick it, uh!
My life's explicit, killer style, few and mix it
Perfect elixir addict with two tools,
I own a ticket, pen my verse
You timeline scrollin' and I'm soul searchin', me and my coachin'
Blue fuck with them niggas', great 'em in third person
[?] 3D and gold version
Knee deep in curtain, shade out the snoopers
Sniper range from the truth is
Kongo with strong
Pile up the losers, no time for
When I get stupid, are movin'
A hundred and cruisin' nigga'
I'm more than real, don't The King hypothetical things
I push the button, metal rings like a vendin'
to be limitless, few know what the business is
Beat odds my regiment, hesitance won't get you this

They say you gon' reap you sow
There no love here in this place that I call home
No one to on, I been out here on my own
Don't need no haters 'round me fuckin' up my
You're well protected, ain't no better way to
Hand on my heater you never really know
yourself, they ain't gon' let you grow
I win, don't think the hood gonn' let me go, oh

Sweeter life from on here on out, bitter faces
Minor disappointments stem from of expectations
Mediocre flows, sick tracks, infected
Bullets knowledge, power casings and down faces
This is I get for livin
My mental splittin', back and forthin' with my other still, two tempers clickin'
Top of all the 'four'fathers, who mentions different
Jottin' down on blank blue bills, new pens for tripping, Uh!
I'm the [?] two clip Glock for semi threats
for many cheques, too hip-hop for skinny sweats
Feel my memory stretch, do flip and deadly sex
Resemble MC's out the old days, W lex
How active foggin' up the plazza as I
off the ramp and throw, dab like designer
Platinum [?] and smoke
Cash out the commas, my personas the [?]with hope
ride provider

They say you gon' what you sow
There ain't no here in this place that I call home
No one to lean on, I out here on my own
need no haters 'round me fuckin' up my zone
You're protected, ain't no better way to roam
Hand on my heater cause you never know
yourself, they ain't gon' let you grow
I wanna' win, don't think the gonn' let me go, oh