"Reckless Living" lyrics
Come on, let's get to talkin', like, alright
I told niggas, you just gotta pay attention, I make this shit, like, real, real vivid for a nigga
You know, this shit be hard, like
Balancin' and jugglin' all this shit, you hear me?
Fresh off a drill, fully focused with six hundred up on my neck
KD my mans, he earn my respect, bitch know 'bout all my hats
My last B, that Drac' was bouncin', clappin' like a jumping jack
He can't duck these, this ain't Aflac, Nuskie died, how I'm 'posed to react?
The fuck you mean, "Shiesty, relax"? Fuck you mean we don't get back?
These niggas ain't never fought in no war, I spent a million on gloves and masks
Fuck out my face, grab every rake, load every Drac', this shit all bad
And I ain't never paid for a hit, but I sent bread when somethin' got smacked
Choppa Gang wear all black, got static, you get a gray flag
Nigga took what from who in KOD? That shit fell out my pants
I picked up my money, rolled down the ski mask, shot my glizzy until it jammed
Bitch, I ain't never went for a pickpocket, buck robbery, or a scam, nigga
Out of town, I act like a rap nigga, long as my city know who I am
We made somethin', wrapped the pole front the halfway house, we did it all on cam
Controllin' the backseat by myself, keep sheddin' tears, long live Dell
Losin' my sleep tryna up the score 'cause you can't get no rest in hell
On a new page in life, used to get pages through the legal mail
I'm fresh as fuck on house arrest, tryna get the feds up off my trail
Run up your M&Ms, make it hard for niggas that wanna get you killed
He bucked my world while I was locked, that's why the twins pistol-whipped him
When you put money on the head, that's just like blackballin' a nigga
He was gangster, now he brewsters, turnt a suspect to a victim
In the streets, could never miss him, now you just see him on pictures
You seen the car, why you ain't make a left? Goddamn, you hurt a nigga, man
Come on, lil' brother, like, we smart, like, you seen, like, come on now
Damn, you hurt us with that one, man, you crushed my soul
Still puttin' on for you, though, can't nobody drive me no more
None of these niggas didn't love you, lil' bro, like your mama loved you, lil' bro
I hate I can't hug you, lil' bro, still dishin' out slugs for you, though
I'm goin' against blood for you, bro, this shit finna get ugly, bro
Still clutchin' one of your poles, still sittin' by the window
I'm still ridin' Striker on them folks, I'm still watchin' everything they post
I'm still headfirst on the lo', I'ma make niggas honor your soul
Money still callin', hello? That Drac' still go to all my shows
Still a real-deal slime, my blood gon' be green if I bust my nose
Still remained certified, 37 Mafia, we CMO, blrrrd
Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, pussy
Motherfuckin' pussy, bitch
Let me hear that lap
I told niggas, you just gotta pay attention, I make this shit, like, real, real vivid for a nigga
You know, this shit be hard, like
Balancin' and jugglin' all this shit, you hear me?
Fresh off a drill, fully focused with six hundred up on my neck
KD my mans, he earn my respect, bitch know 'bout all my hats
My last B, that Drac' was bouncin', clappin' like a jumping jack
He can't duck these, this ain't Aflac, Nuskie died, how I'm 'posed to react?
The fuck you mean, "Shiesty, relax"? Fuck you mean we don't get back?
These niggas ain't never fought in no war, I spent a million on gloves and masks
Fuck out my face, grab every rake, load every Drac', this shit all bad
And I ain't never paid for a hit, but I sent bread when somethin' got smacked
Choppa Gang wear all black, got static, you get a gray flag
Nigga took what from who in KOD? That shit fell out my pants
I picked up my money, rolled down the ski mask, shot my glizzy until it jammed
Bitch, I ain't never went for a pickpocket, buck robbery, or a scam, nigga
Out of town, I act like a rap nigga, long as my city know who I am
We made somethin', wrapped the pole front the halfway house, we did it all on cam
Controllin' the backseat by myself, keep sheddin' tears, long live Dell
Losin' my sleep tryna up the score 'cause you can't get no rest in hell
On a new page in life, used to get pages through the legal mail
I'm fresh as fuck on house arrest, tryna get the feds up off my trail
Run up your M&Ms, make it hard for niggas that wanna get you killed
He bucked my world while I was locked, that's why the twins pistol-whipped him
When you put money on the head, that's just like blackballin' a nigga
He was gangster, now he brewsters, turnt a suspect to a victim
In the streets, could never miss him, now you just see him on pictures
You seen the car, why you ain't make a left? Goddamn, you hurt a nigga, man
Come on, lil' brother, like, we smart, like, you seen, like, come on now
Damn, you hurt us with that one, man, you crushed my soul
Still puttin' on for you, though, can't nobody drive me no more
None of these niggas didn't love you, lil' bro, like your mama loved you, lil' bro
I hate I can't hug you, lil' bro, still dishin' out slugs for you, though
I'm goin' against blood for you, bro, this shit finna get ugly, bro
Still clutchin' one of your poles, still sittin' by the window
I'm still ridin' Striker on them folks, I'm still watchin' everything they post
I'm still headfirst on the lo', I'ma make niggas honor your soul
Money still callin', hello? That Drac' still go to all my shows
Still a real-deal slime, my blood gon' be green if I bust my nose
Still remained certified, 37 Mafia, we CMO, blrrrd
Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, pussy
Motherfuckin' pussy, bitch
Let me hear that lap
