Grim Reaper - Mean

You reap what you sow

Dancing in the kitchen

Whip-whippin' a pot

‘Cause I’ve been in the field

Harvesting all the crop

Going in for the kill

While you wait for the drop

‘Cause I’ve been putting work

(work work work work)

You better put in that work

(work work work work)

‘Cause when you put in that work

(work work work work)

You get to reap what you sow

Even if it ain’t for the dough

You reap what you sow, even if it ain’t for the dough

You’ll get the fruits of your labour

It might be sooner or later

When you get the cream of the crop

It must just turn into paper

When you wanna be at the top

You’re bound to meet all the haters

I’m whippin', I’m cooking all of that crop

I’m flexin' and finessin'

Man, I feel like I’m on top

When I get that cred, don’t you doubt it (doubt it)

Don’t you know that I’m ‘bout it ('bout it)

Eversince the since day that I started

Never gon' look back till I’m gone (Ugh)

Never looking back till I’m gone (Nah)

When I’m dead and gone, I hope they’re playing my song

Never be a living legend while I’m still breathing

For the ones who showed me love, Thank you for believing (Woo)

Never looking back till I’m gone (Nah)

When I’m dead and gone, I hope they’re playing my song (Yeah)

Never be a living legend while I’m still breathing (Ugh)

For the ones who showed me love, Thank you for believing

You reap what you sow

Dancing in the kitchen

Whip-whippin' a pot

‘Cause I’ve been in the field

Harvesting all the crop

Going in for the kill

While you wait for the drop

‘Cause I’ve been putting work

(work work work work)

You better put in that work

(work work work work)

‘Cause when you put in that work

(work work work work)

You get to reap what you sow

Even if it ain’t for the dough

An eye for an eye

A soul for a soul

If you work hard for that crop

Man, now that’s food for your soul

Got that soul food that is so good now I’m so full

Now it’s all good and I’m alright

I been workin all day and all night, On sight

(Rraah) Got a firm grip on that scythe (that scythe)

On a Mean tip, I’ma Grim Reap

So you better run for your life (your life)

You pay the price if you’re tellin lies

And everything will be jeopardised

One day the truth will be televised

So, you better realise

Man, I’m not stackin all of these M’s

Just to be flexin on the ‘gram

So you better come correct

I’m here to come collect

Man I’ve paid my dues and all the debts

Don’t need your views, I just want the cheque

Blood, sweat and tears I’m never getting back

One day I’ll leave and never coming back

I’m just stating facts

What’s said is said

I can’t take it back

Mean