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 fucked up city, I done saw the

Worst How the fuck 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 fucked up visually

Two hours straight lookin' at this Christmas tree

I'm all fucked 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