Reap What You Sow (feat. Rome Streetz)

Daringer

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
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 peons, 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
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