Reap What you Sow

Album

All Eyes on Shiest

Label

Republic Records

Genre

Gangsta rap

Media Type

DD

Duration

3:37

Entered Chart

Aug 22, 2026

Peak Date

Aug 22, 2026

Released

7 August 2026

Catalog #

1017 Records

Mm-mm-mm-mm
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Nigga, nigga, you'll reap what you sow
Mm-mm-mm, way down with you tent pole, nigga (once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
I'm ready to shoot, I'm ready to
Okay

They there right now? Say no more
Reckless, grab KD, let's go
Damn, I'm pluckin', 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 nigga 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 nigga stayed nextdoor
Ran 'cross who shit that wasn't jailed respect the gang, though
I can't go, my favorite motto, layin' low, playin' slow (ay, ay, blrrrd)

I hold my Drac' like a guitar, these 7.62s push a car
Me, 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 knifes, but this yard sweet, so I'ma just tote my lock
Sittin' in the pod, eatin' Popeyes, sellin' dope off a Apple Watch

Fuck a rumor, nigga, I shook the pen just like I shook the streets
At first, you said I was jail talkin', now all of a sudden, you believe in me
Nigga, I ain't never needed no ho, always been a what a ho need
Nigga, I shook the critics, I beat the feds, that shit wasn't shit to me

All I asked was the bare minimum, nigga held his nuts on me
So I took it there, yeah, I -, fuck you mean, nigga?
You 'posed to put hos on they back, you put your niggas up on they feet
Especially when they certified, took they time and ain't scream

Never got hod, never folded, and they puttin' on for the team?
Six different drugs in one bag, but in my palms, it's a glee
I hid my knife right by my dick in case the metal detector beep
That's six more months in the hole if the C.O. try to strip search me

Because you reap what you sow, Treyday died, wants you all neck to his pole
Only nigga 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 nigga stayed nextdoor
Ran 'cross who shit that wasn't jailed respect the gang, though
I can't go, my favorite motto, layin' low, playin' slow (blrrrd, blrrrd, nigga)

Ay, mane, Memphis home of the most dangerous, man
Our motto is lay low, play slow, man
See, a lotta places be different because, like they perception of gangstas, like
They perception of gangsta is different, you know?

This shit here gotta be in you from down here, you know?
You can't just make this shit up, you can't get that far fakin', like
Not down here, you know?
A lotta places think that ra-ra, King Kong, gorilla, like
See me comin' type of shit cool or

You got a place like this where
Everything is element of surprise, you know I'm sayin'?
Let me explain somethin' to you niggas, man
Say it's seven niggas posted on the block right now
E'rybody out here done smushed somethin', you know?

The last nigga 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 somethin'
He wasn't 'posed to be doin' for some motherfuckers he wasn't even 'posed to be fuckin' with

Now his number gotta get called and e'rybody 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 smokin', laughin', playin' and chillin'

Like do you know what like, survivin' some shit like that do to your mental?
This shit get deep, man, you know?
You ever seen a shootout with no words?
You know I'm sayin'? You gotta be on point, man

Stay on your P's and Q's, man
This shit ain't for a lotta you niggas, so a lot of you niggas won't get it
I ain't finna keep givin' you fake and half-steppin'-ass niggas this free game, man
Next time, I'ma just say, "Fuck you, bitch"