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Young & Reckless (Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : Banks, Lloyd
Day of the reckless, out disrespecting they old head
Clowns'll fuck up the party, killers to paint the snow red They zoom in scopes 'cause I done set the bar so high my nose bled Your favorite rapper I'll pack as my microphone bed Lid raiser for dreamy eyes I need my safe my TV size Tune in, my shit designed for 3D minds Bitterness stains, never ignore the greasy signs Almost always a cryptic message in between the lines It's obvious, I spot the vibe with eagle eyes The way niggas is tellin', you would think it's street legalized I always left it all on the record, you hear the needle cry Lovely reaper, Bugsy Siegel, unfuck through kilo Don't be a dick rider, clique hoppin', shoe shiner Ass kissin', mask switcher, momma should've tube-tied ya I'm dropping jewels by ya, skill'll keep the room liver Any day you lose your seat, take your shit with a screw-driver That artist got a co-writer behind that verse you like Which really means there should be another name on your merchandise Threw me pounds of granddaddy, I threw up purple twice Duckin' from the copycats, monkey mornings, and circus nights Show respect, ain't another flow on earth this nice Mind your fuckin' manners, misunderstandings ain't worth your life I pride myself being driven, feel like I want it more Chip on my shoulder 3 times, I turned an 8 to 24 Ride through the neighborhood you'll hear a stomach roar Where niggas bite the bullet for 6 and then death comes in 4's Runnin' a tally up, you should check out the summer scores Your stuck on a low stat level, I'm up 100 floors Multiple kills by the sicko, they'll lock my pen away The nigga with the punches and fly kicks 'n MMA Money making attitude, my style reflects the avenue From housing 'jects to pads and pools I'm miles away from average moves Fools out here trickin' like the professor My valuables talk to me when I lift them up out the dresser like "Shit on these niggas, give you my word I'll protect ya Failures gon' shine like the teacher, don't even deserve the lecture" Take the illest niggas you've heard and throw 'em together Won't compare to the thrones here like convertible weather All them years of work I made, back to choose a victim Lines like thorns crushing your fade, platinum crucifixion My dawg one foot in one out, he done got so used to prison Never home, just visitin', my platoon is different Home to many styles, should charge a group commission Knock out in the boiler room, cook up in the super kitchen |
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