Reap what you sew and I sew the worst All the Drugs I sold was lace, I done sold
The worst I'm from a f*cked up city, I done saw the
Worst How the f*ck you know my song but you don't
Know the words
I chill, I sit back and spit the dopest verse If you got pipe, then how bout you show it
First
Bad boy music and the flow is cursed Don't believe me
Then listen to it back, slow and in reverse I'm spiritually aligned with some bad activities
You the type who get a nine and act differently I play with minds and then cap enemies
I play with rhymes and I rap vividly I be talkin' to these spirits and then they
Get to me Devil on my shoulder and I can't get rid
Of him I took a tab and now I'm all f*cked up visually
Two hours straight lookin' at this Christmas tree
I'm all f*cked up, I keep starin' at these lights
I keep on sinkin' but I'm starin' at the light
I hope I go easy and perish at night. Y'all judging rap, but be so scared to write