Uh, ayo Praise God, family first, we trust no one Don't feed a snake, but it takes one to know one Cause and effect, get a check, they hate and hoes come I ate the cake and left no crumbs, elevated from low funds Had a flow in 201, we celebrated when that load come Fucked up with the payment, I watched him aim it and smoke son Popular with the flows, but I'm still close to a ghost gun Thousand dollar clothes, The one she chose, with the gold fronts Benz logos on the wheel, I had it shaking like a snow globe And custys sniffin’ pills out in Farmerville His face was peeled, drug-filled palm through the Bonneville Now shit I'm on different no more dope resi’ on the bills It's big wire transfers on my quest to a mill’ Still treat your grill like a four course meal Lo’ with the big horse in the Waldorf, chill All of your songs get turned off, you niggas need more skill I been had the force of course, your neck under my sneaker heel Keep a 9 millimeter heater concealed, (Still, nigga) Need money so a nigga can't fold I seen a lot of shit, it made my heart froze I sold a lot of dope, but never sold my soul (Nah) Mommy said: You gon’ reap what you sow Ayo, I represent intellectual violence My minds a four-five with the serial scratched off the side of it Shining like patent leather Prada kicks I had to make a move to go from poor pockets to prosperous Breaking rules cause from pops I got no acknowledgment They said I'd lose and be blind, part of the 85 percent Now I'm cypher, leader of the crowd Keeps a. 40 cal round for a foul style viper Had the valves pumping on the third floor in the Nitra I was jumping like Supreme store when they drop the hype stuff They either want the snow or pop a pill or just pipe up Fuck niggas ain't nothing like us You pee-ons, kings rock gold chains like Prime Time Deion You want the 'Rrari or the Nissan? You gotta make a choice Said: Fuck a job, and sold a hundred piece to Joyce Now you gotta pay me thousands for the voice Need money so a nigga can't fold I seen a lot of shit, it made my heart froze I sold a lot of dope, but never sold my soul (nah) Mommy said: You gon’ reap what you sow