“Reap What You Sow” is a promotional single from American rapper Pooh Shiesty‘s debut studio album, All Eyes on Shiest. ^{[1] [2] [3]}

The Official Music Video premiered Tuesday, September 8^th, 2026^[1], via Pooh Shiesty’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: K6WYA, & TP808.^[4]

The song written by: AK-47 (Do or Die), Belo Zero, K6WYA, Pooh Shiesty, The Legendary Traxster, TP808, & Twista.^[4]

Song: #ReapWhatYouSow

Artist: #PoohShiesty

Album: #AllEyesOnShiest

^Explicit

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“Reap What You Sow” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by Pooh Shiesty:

Intro
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Blrrrd, blrrrd
N****, n****, you’ll reap what you sow
Mm-mm-mm, way down with you tent pole, n**** (Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
I’m ready to shoot— I’m ready to—
Okay

Chorus
They there right now? Say no more
Reckless, grab KD, let’s go
D***, I’m pluckin’, I miss you bro, the streets say you reap what you sow
Okay, you reap what you sow, Trey Day died, one shoe off next to his pole
Only n**** knew he had dope in his shoe was Dario
Welcome to my city, home of the triple cross, don’t get backdoored
Can’t go back to my condo in the A, robbed the n**** stayed next door
Ran ‘cross who s*** that wasn’t J, respect the gang, though
I can’t go, my favorite motto, layin’ low, playin’ slow (Ayy, ayy, blrrrd)

Verse
I hold my Drac’ like a guitar, these 7.62s push a car
Me, Scarr, and Tink wrecked on a high-speed, got away by the grace of God
Knock-knock-knock all through the car door, I’m hit, blood all on my chop’
K-Dog took my black flag off my head to make the blood stop
When it get cold, my arm ache, I get real mad again, on God
We Choppa Gang, not Goon Squad, ain’t got no hustle, get up and box
Got two knives, but this yard sweet, so I’ma just tote my lock
Sittin’ in the pod, eatin’ Popeyes, sellin’ dope off an Apple Watch
F*** a rumor, n****, I shook the pen just like I shook the streets
At first, you said I was jail talkin’, now all of a sudden, you believe in me
N****, I ain’t never needed no h**, always been a what a h** need
N****, I shook the critics, I beat the feds, that s*** wasn’t s*** to me
All I asked was the bare minimum, n**** held his nuts on me
So I took it there, yeah, I ****, f*** you mean, n****?
You ‘posed to put hoes on they back, you put your n***** up on they feet
Especially when they certified, took they time and ain’t scream
Never got hoed, never folded, and they puttin’ on for the team?
Six different drugs in one bag, but in my palms, it’s a glee
I hid my knife right by my d*** in case the metal detector beep
That’s six more months in the hole if the C.O. try to strip search me

Chorus
Because you reap what you sow, Trey Day died, one shoe off next to his pole
Only n**** knew he had dope in his shoe was Dario
Welcome to my city, home of the triple cross, don’t get backdoored
Can’t go back to my condo in the A, robbed the n**** stayed next door
Ran ‘cross who s*** that wasn’t J, respect the gang, though
I can’t go, my favorite motto, layin’ low, playin’ slow (Blrrrd, blrrrd, n****)

Outro
Ayy, mane, Memphis home of the most dangerous, man
Our motto is lay low, play slow, man
See, a lot of places be different because, like they perception of gangsters, like
They perception of gangster is different, you know?
This s*** here gotta be in you from down here, you know?
You can’t just make this s*** up, you can’t get that far fakin’, like
Not down here, you know?
A lot of places think that ra-ra, King Kong, gorilla, like
See me comin’ type of s*** cool or
You got a place like this where
Everything is element of surprise, you know what I’m sayin’?
Let me explain somethin’ to you n*****, man
Say it’s seven n***** posted on the block right now
Everybody out here done smushed somethin’, you know?
The last n**** all the way to the right
He OG, he up, he up the most, you know?
The last one over here to the left, the second from last
His last two boys was like, they weren’t sanctioned, he did somethin’
He wasn’t ‘posed to be doin’ for some m************ he wasn’t even ‘posed to be f*****’ with
Now his number gotta get called and everybody know except him
And if you know, you gotta act like you don’t know
Because it come out you be the one that woke him up, you gotta go with him
He still smokin’, laughin’, playin’ and chillin’
Like do you know what like, survivin’ some s*** like that do to your mental?
This s*** get deep, man, you know?
You ever seen a shootout with no words?
You know what I’m sayin’?
You gotta be on point, man
Stay on your P’s and Q’s, man
This s*** ain’t for a lot of you n*****, so a lot of you n***** won’t get it
I ain’t finna keep giving you fake and half-steppin’-a** n***** this free game, man
Next time, I’ma just say, “F*** you, b****”

Writer(s): AK-47 (Do or Die), Belo Zero, K6WYA, Pooh Shiesty, The Legendary Traxster, TP808, & Twista
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