Reap What You Sow Lyrics – Pooh Shiesty

Read the full Reap What You Sow lyrics by Pooh Shiesty from the album All Eyes On Shiest along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Pooh Shiesty’s music, you can also explore Federal Reality and I’m Back, two other songs by Pooh Shiesty.

[Intro]
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Blrrrd, blrrrd
N!gga, n!gga, you’ll reap what you sow
Mm-mm-mm, way down with you tent pole, n!gga (Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
I’m ready to shoot— I’m ready to—
Okay

[Chorus]
They there right now? Say no more
Reckless, grab KD, let’s go
Damn, I’m plucking, 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 n!gga 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 n!gga stayed next door
Ran ‘cross who s*it that wasn’t J, respect the gang, though
I can’t go, my favoritе motto, laying low, playing slow (Ayy, ayy, blrrrd)

[Verse]
I hold my Drac’ like a guitar, these 7.62s push a car
Mе, 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 knives, but this yard sweet, so I’ma just tote my lock
Sitting in the pod, eating Popeyes, selling dope off an Apple Watch
Fu*k a rumor, n!gga, I shook the pen just like I shook the streets
At first, you said I was jail talking, now all of a sudden, you believe in me
N!gga, I ain’t never needed no ho, always been a what a ho need
N!gga, I shook the critics, I beat the feds, that s*it wasn’t s*it to me
All I asked was the bare minimum, n!gga held his nuts on me
So I took it there, yeah, I ****, fu*k you mean, n!gga?
You ‘posed to put hoes on they back, you put your n!ggas up on they feet
Especially when they certified, took they time and ain’t scream
Never got hoed, never folded and they putting on for the team?

Six different drügs in one bag, but in my palms, it’s a glee
I hid my knife right by my d!ck in case the metal detector beep
That’s six more months in the hole if the C.O. try to strip search me

[Chorus]
Because you reap what you sow, Treyday died, wants you all neck to his pole
Only n!gga 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 n!gga stayed next door
Ran ‘cross who s*it that wasn’t J, respect the gang, though
I can’t go, my favorite motto, laying low, playing slow (Blrrrd, blrrrd, n!gga)

[Outro]
Ayy, mane, Memphis home of the most dangerous, man
Our motto is lay low, play slow, man
See, a lot of places be different because, like they perception of gangsters, like
They perception of gangster is different, you know?
This s*it here gotta be in you from down here, you know?
You can’t just make this s*it up, you can’t get that far faking, like
Not down here, you know?
A lot of places think that ra-ra, King Kong, gorilla, like
See me coming type of s*it cool or
You got a place like this where
Everything is element of surprise, you know what I’m saying?
Let me explain something to you n!ggas, man
Say it’s seven n!ggas posted on the block right now
Everybody out here done smushed something, you know?
The last n!gga 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 something
He wasn’t ‘posed to be doing for some motherfu*kers he wasn’t even ‘posed to be fu*king with
Now his number gotta get called and everybody 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 smoking, laughing, playing and chilling
Like do you know what like, surviving some s*it like that do to your mental?
This s*it get deep, man, you know?
You ever seen a shootout with no words?
You know what I’m saying?
You gotta be on point, man
Stay on your P’s and Q’s, man
This s*it ain’t for a lot of you n!ggas, so a lot of you n!ggas won’t get it
I ain’t finna keep giving you fake and half-stepping-ass n!ggas this free game, man
Next time, I’ma just say, “Fu*k you, b!tch”