Reap What You Sow Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]
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
Tweaking my engine, dreaming my crown on, peaking the legend
Heaven’s cadences I’m famous for
God sends halos, I'm hanging more rookies will die for nothing
Only remember kin names in war
Social beefing is weak, so don't anticipate a post or a tweet
I don't even like to speak
Ain't no competition breathing hard luck
I handicap your squad up
I'm panty stacking broads up, your favorite rapper bar struck
Writers collision, cooked in a psychos kitchen
Juxs, now the titles missing, 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 don't flip and target anyone they consider above me
Start picking them off one by one, that would be lovely, and ugly

[Chorus]
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 gon' let me go, oh