Tekst piosenki 'Reap What You Show (feat. Tenngage)' wykonawcy Hydra

Yeah, you know the biz
It's that junkyard dawg
From round the bend
I'm ready to bang on this junt
They can't escape from the real
So tenngage hit that pause
Gon' tell these lames just how it is mane
Y’all bustas ain't shit
I recommend you check ya method
When ya buckin with me
A ruthless cracka with a temper from the Tennessee
I'm bout my hog slangin breakfast
On the side for the cheap
So come and cop yo ass a double piece
Droppin suckas off like John wick
The aim is true
Don't try to cross ya fingers
Trigger itchin genes flow in my veins
I'll send your soul to Jesus
Stupid hoe that talk is cheap
But best believe it
We can rumble if you wanna
Which arena?
Come face the freeza
Nighty night
I guess that's all she wrote
Them devilish verses got ya yearnin for more
So I'lI do my thang
But run up on my spot it's a murder case
On the stand I’ll plead the fifth
I'm takin this plot to the fuckin grave

This ones for all ya bitches the hoes
These internet gangstas
Off in the cut witchya golds
I'm on the stang, yeah
And as I emerge I’mma need that crown
Bow down
I payed my dues
Inside the village of the underground

Trick, what ya lookin at
I ain't ya mirror
But I'm quick to serve a pimp slap
Yeah I thought you knew the deal
Don't tussle with the mack
Unless you wanna rest in piss
You can run and grab ya guns
But you can’t hide from ya demons
Wonder the weeds
Become a victim of this evil game
Fuck peace
You gotta reap what you sow
'Cause in this life there ain't no redos
Buddy ya betta watch ya tone
What's the problem City boy
What ya lookin at
I ain't ya mirror
But I'm quick to peel ya cap back
Ain't nothin wrong with breakin bread
It's only when you come for mine
I'm stalkin till ya dead

Punk, this one's for all ya bitches and hoes
These internet gangstas
Off in the cut witchya golds
I'm on the stang
Yeah
And as I emerge I'ma need that crown
Bow down
I payed my dues
Inside the village the underground