Harvest Time (melody)

Verse

Grave digging for the paper in the dirt

Pistol tucked inside the pocket of the shirt

Counting gross in the garden of the damned

Rubber bands snapping while the hammer stays jammed

Savage soul since the jump

Smoking loud in the slump

I seen 'em fold when the heavy pressure hit

Selling work from the trunk of the rusted out whip

Walking shadows

Watching gallows

Packing clips for the fakes on the block

Clocking circles till I'm checking on the stock

Devil calling on the line

Telling me it's harvest time

Stacking digits till the ceiling starts to sag

Grimy nigga putting bodies in the bag

Vulture flying over souls

Paying all my heavy tolls

I'm the king of the dirt

Selling poison till they hurt

Moving quiet through the bottom of the lake

Catching lizards while I'm looking for the snake

Loaded dice on the table in the shed

Waking up to find another rival dead

Collecting taxes from the weak

While the powder starts to peak

Underworld hero with the blood on the jersey

Glock nineteen never showing no mercy

Grinding heavy through the mud

Dripping in that sacred blood

Sold out venues with the shooters in the back

Thousand deep and every nigga wearing black

Cashing checks for the violence that I spit

Looking at the world like a shallow little pit

Empty stomachs

Ending limits

Running drills while the sun going down

Evil hustle god wearing the crown

I need the riches

I need the digits

I need the kingdom

Flipping quarters till the nickel turns to gold

Besting monsters like the stories never told

Vomit on the pavement from the gas

Pushing through the wreckage just to make a pass

Hiding in the thicket where the ghosts like to stay

Collecting all the debt that you never gonna pay

Hard luck and heavy sins

That's how the cycle begins

Walking tall through the fire and the rain

Mapping out the secrets of the localized pain

Thirty round magazine hanging out the bottom

Looking for the ops and I already found 'em

Rest in pieces

Rest in gravel

Rest in shadows

Every ticket sold is another soul I take

Burning up the world just to stay awake

Big leagues coming from the bottom of the heap

Telling all you rappers that the secrets aren't cheap

Bloody palms from the climb

Serving strictly for the grime

Night shift demon in the middle of the hall

Waiting for the chance just to take it all

Yeah

That evil hustle nigga

Sinner spirit

One take

Get 'em