The seeds is planted, the crops is grown, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out, we floodin' the streets, we makin' that dough, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out, the dues is paid, the skills is shown, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out, the title is won, we takin' it home, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out. Mentality of pinstripes and penny loafers, these kinds duck down in holes of skinny gophers. Stand out like that acid Jenny Lopez, took five years for the gang to finally notice. Low pro, so-so, never lost focus, ***-hormone even drove a focus through the locus. Breath of fresh air for those who seem hopeless, Los Angeles now knew God's early approach us. New magic trick, already had a flip, back to audio, hasn't turned addicts back to sick. Never saving, yeah my ex-caliber's chronic savior, and you couldn't tell cause of good behavior. Flash shatterin', smokin' mirrors, hot nights, now the ice cold blow, feel my frostbite now. Without ice, dunk chain, stay out my lane, insane, followin' through, knockin' lights out the brain. The seeds is planted, the crops is grown, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out, we flooded the streets, we makin' that dough, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out, the dues is paid, the skills is shown, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out, the title is won, we takin' it home, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out. Hustle daily proof, call my VSA, do it. New breed of AMC, a reason for a cure. Let the bell toll, steppin' up with shell toes. Died honest, tried to come back, I feel hell froze. Deep in ice veins, died weirder than the fresh. Ill of death, spoken to, iller than the rest. If it's not me, it's not really done right. None of us green for us, well you're stuck on stoplights. Can't keep up, rookies slow it down a bit, combine years. Been here before, bitches down to dead. Nothin' off behind, it's independently kept here. Tell you how many flows I swept just to get here. And you're waitin' for them to put the lights on. Put the rap game in a stronghold with my right arm. Back in the winter, bust the chains on a bike. That sick and dying tattoo name remains on your wife. The seeds is planted, the crops is grown, this is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out. We flooded the streets, we makin' that dough. This is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out. The dues is paid, the skills is shown. This is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out. The title is won, we takin' it home. This is the harvest, let it be known. We gon' ride out. Bangin' the doors down in every town and many clowns. Never see the light of the day and they catch many rounds. Anyhow, holdin' the microphone like a semi now. Let me sound off from California, we ready now. Steady now, leadin' the pack and you're on deadly ground. And we found a place for the harvest and the starving artists. We smokin' many pounds, Kush hits. Any shots, too many MVS and friendly fuckers, you kick rocks. When I hit the block, son, you hit the bricks. I hit you with the fix when I spit it. Like a crime committed, I'll admit that I did it. I don't see a need for a witness. I'm calm in a twist, I can clench the palms of the fist. If you started some ***, I can bring it to your end time. You better think twice before you come and offend mine. Cause we don't stop the hustle, get him a shovel. He's taking his hole on the double. He shoulda never put the trouble. The seeds is plantin'. The crops has grown. This is the harvest. Let it be known. We gone ride out. We flooded the streets. We makin' that dough. This is the harvest. Let it be known. We gone ride out. The dues is paid. The skills is shown. This is the harvest. Let it be known. We gone ride out. The title is won. We takin' it home. This is the harvest. Let it be known. We gone ride out. We takin' it home. Let it be known. We gone ride out.