Reap What You Sow Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Reap What You Sow" 

Uh! King climb from adolescence 

Meantime back to finessing, guess you're guessing 

And PMS'in' in the wrong direction 

The BM stretchin' for so long, perfecting 

Tweakin' my engine, dreamin my crown on, peakin' the legend 

Heaven's cadences I'm famous for 

God sends halos, I'm hanging 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 like to speak 

Ain't no competition breathin hard luck 

I handicap your squad up 

I'm panty stackin broads up, your favorite rapper bar struck 

Writers collision, cooked in a psychos kitchen 

Jooks now the titles missin, hooked, the recitals listen 

If I told you I was tired, would you judge me? 

Would you criticize my counter disappearances you're lucky 

I'm flippin, target anyone they consider above me 

Start pickin' them off one by one, that would be lovely, and ugly 

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They say you gon' reap what you sow 

There ain't no love here in this place that I call home 

No one to lean on, I been out here on my own 

Don't need no haters 'round me fuckin' up my zone 

You're well protected, ain't no better way to roam 

Hand on my heater cause you never really know 

Separate yourself, they ain't gon' let you grow 

I wanna' win, don't think the hood gonn' let me go, oh 

Peace be placed to purity, more chances for the wicked 

Made my darker days be full moons, where all the goons can kick it, uh! 

My life's explicit, killer style, few shrooms and mix it 

Perfect elixir addict with two tools, terrific 

I own a ticket, pen my verse twitchin 

You timeline scrollin' and I'm soul searchin', me and my coal coachin' 

Blue don't fuck with them niggas', great 'em in third person 

Freedom [?] 3D and gold version 

Knee deep in flows curtain, shade out the snoopers 

Sniper range from what the truth is 

Kongo with strong caduceus 

Pile up the losers, no time for choosin 

When I get stupid, bowels are movin' 

A hundred miles and cruisin' nigga' 

I'm more than real, don't bring The King hypothetical things 

I push the button, metal rings like a vendin' machine 

Grew to be limitless, few know what the business is 

Beat odds with my regiment, hesitance won't get you this 

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They say you gon' reap what you sow 

There ain't no love here in this place that I call home 

No one to lean on, I been out here on my own 

Don't need no haters 'round me fuckin' up my zone 

You're well protected, ain't no better way to roam 

Hand on my heater cause you never really know 

Separate yourself, they ain't gon' let you grow 

I wanna' win, don't think the hood gonn' let me go, oh 

Sweeter life from on here on out, subtracted bitter faces 

Minor disappointments stem from lack of expectations 

Mediocre flows, sick tracks, infected basements 

Bullets droppin' knowledge, power casings and down faces 

This is what I get for livin 

My mental splittin', back and forthin' with my other side still, two tempers clickin' 

Top fiver of all the 'four'fathers, who mentions different 

Jottin' punches down on blank blue bills, new pens for tripping, Uh! 

I'm down the [?] two clip Glock for semi threats 

Time for many cheques, too hip-hop for skinny sweats 

Feel my memory stretch, do flip flops and deadly sex 

Resemble MC's out the old days, W chevvy lex 

How active rider foggin' up the plazza as I 

Float off the ramp and throw, dab like designer 

Platinum [?] psychopath and smoke 

Cash out the commas, my personas like the [?]with hope 

Fast ride provider 

They say you gon' reap what you sow 

There ain't no love here in this place that I call home 

No one to lean on, I been out here on my own 

Don't need no haters 'round me fuckin' up my zone 

You're well protected, ain't no better way to roam 

Hand on my heater cause you never really know 

Separate yourself, they ain't gon' let you grow 

I wanna' win, don't think the hood gonn' let me go, oh