Twoaym - The Harvest Lyrics

Gather the bread, we call it the harvest
F*ck what you saying, Aint worried bout the feds, bitch dont act retarded
I came to collect, all of your heads, they calling me heartless
Responding to threats, bitch hand me the tec, I took out the garbage
Chamber the cartridge

All of you niggas are looking real pitiful
Im taking over, your moves are predictiable
Hand on the trigger above my genitals
I'm giving thanks to you causeyour fear is nutritional
Nigga just face it, you're back where you started
Huh lil bitch, you're dearly departed
Huh lil bitch, I'm getting impatient
Move at my pace, can't move at my pace

I skip over subliminals
I skip, all over you niggas
And my grip, stays on the piece on my hip
Trusting nobody but God here
I'm talking biblical
Talking the shit that make niggas feel miserable
Never bare minimum
I'm talking biblical
Nigga I'm ending them
Nigga we already out here
All of my niggas are willing to run up into your crib if you about it
Heard that you trying to mimic, and this ain't a gimmick so I can't allow it
He in the trunk of my civic, you say that you'll find him, lil nigga i doubt it