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letra de reap // sow - kiii

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reap
verse 1

see my drip look like hundred mill but it’s not
i just look like this shawty i ain’t had a lot
see it’s really no excuse why u n-ggas starve a lot
why your deal f-cked up, should of read it on the spot
see i’d rather get half than a hundred without nothin’
i’d rather be the shooter than u n-ggas out here runnin’
learned real fast can’t get nothin’ without somethin’
so myself gotta keep the product coming
boy, this is truth’s peak form
i was trappin’ out the dorm
swear momma never knew a different type of college tour
studio equipment i afford it
and the plus college loan that mama ordered
dear mama i’m forever up in debt, yea i gotta get it right
had to watch for the snakes always gettin’ into fights
cuz n-ggas thought sh-t was sweet
til’ they took a bite
but i’m bitter, need revenge now since the civil rights
hook

talkin srt
it ain’t nothin’
gotta new buss down
but it’s nothin
what you wanna call it ain’t nothin
thought you wanted smoke, but it’s nothin’
water down a patek it ain’t nothin’
barely broke a hundred thou but it’s nothin’
barely own a f-ckin’ thing worth nothin’
n-ggas still f-ckin’ slaving like it’s nothin’

verse 2

i don’t smoke crack m-th-f— i sell it
stimulate your sinus, tell me what you smellin’
now your whole block missin’
pray the karma won’t stop business
the drug war leave your top slippin’
reagan era was terror
my fears get a lil clearer
gettin caught with a switch
like workin for a whole terrorist
mass shooters is white
they wearin’ blue and the badge
like i’m pac in 90s
the racist judge kiss my ass
don’t you call me a victim
i’d rather be me a villain
need me a corretta scott
lil shorty seeing the vision
education a scam
lauryn hill taught us well
we need way more black lawyers employers
from yale
everybody got a source
in this war, and downfall
before i fall
make sure my enemy is done for
ima pour a lil liquor for the ones who came before
praise the lord, i’ll be here til’ a n-gga say it’s over
hook

talkin srt
it ain’t nothin’
gotta new buss down
but it’s nothin
what you wanna call it ain’t nothin
thought you wanted smoke, but it’s nothin’
water down a patek it ain’t nothin’
barely broke a hundred thou but it’s nothin’
barely own a f-ckin’ thing worth nothin’
n-ggas still f-ckin’ slaving like it’s nothin’

sow
verse 1

really ain’t no runnin’ game
run me mines, or feel this pain
blood up on this concrete
the same block but none the same
split by them slave ships
now these n-ggas bang sh-t
question all that fake love
like all that make me anxious
felt like i ain’t have nothing left
why say the same sh-t?
why play the same games
if i know that i can’t win?
like that don’t even make sense
if i apply the same type of pressure i’ll break sh-t
if i apply the same mind frame i’ll probably take clips
church ain’t ever change sh-t
but give a n-gga false hope
i don’t need no more patience
i was on my last supper
backstabbed by my brotha
want a slice, of this piece a pie?
i’ll put you under
i am not the same him
only i can raise him
only god could save him
but him and god the same him
i am last of a dyin’ breed you cannot play him
you better off doin yourself
but too afraid them-
tears fallin’ to the floor
i un lost another 1
they buy guns more and guns
these not from the store guns
i be in the forefront
not talkin’ protest i’m talkin’ more like war stunt
like right there at your storefront
really i be angry inside, like f-ck these politics
dreams of me ruling the world like what these commas get?
deep down i already have
its just another life
the earth will replenish the land
a matter of timing when
hurricanes, sp-ce ships
big pharma, racists
global warmin’, thats nature…
and ain’t no safe ships
n-ggas stay flexin’ about they whips
we still slaves b-tch
who the f-ck would thought sway was right ?
they k!lled the ancients
so don’t talk to me bout no first week slave sh-t
or who got a grammy, who radio playin’ this
or who drug weighing, slangin’ brick out to they strip
k!ll our own kind talkin’ bout a f-ckin’ racist
refrain

this falls forever ain’t no grace
we made our plate no coming down
no coming down
the time keeps tickin’ away
tell me where’d the time go?
no you can’t get the time back

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