What I Reap is what I sow, will I come or will I go, well I leave, or will I lose my soul, for some gold and some ullqshit that's material. All these n***** trying to get their soul to put their songs on the map, but I anint going drake and that's a mf fact. No Gold roses on my lap,but this dress got me strapped, this blunt in my mouth but these niggas is getting lapped so shits going south.