Paroles: Young & Reckless Freestyle

Day of the reckless out, disrespecting they old heads
Clowns will fuck up the party, killers to paint the snow red
[?] I done set the bar so high my nose bled
Your favorite rapper out [?] my microphone dead
Hood razor 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 buzzy seagal unfucked with 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 lava
Any day you lose your seat, take your shit with a screw-driver
That artist got a cold writer behind that verse you like
Which really means there should be another name on your merchandise
[?] pounds of [green?] [?] I flew a purple twice
Duckin' from the copy cats, monkey mornings, and circus nights
Show respect, ain't another flow on earth this nice
Mind ya fuckin' manners, misunderstandings ain't worth your life
I pride myself being driven, feel like I wanted more
Chip on my shoulder three times, I turned an eight to a twenty four
Ride through the neighborhood you hear stomach roar
Where niggas bite the bullet for 6 and then death comes in 4s
Runnin' the tally up, you should check out the summer scores
It's stuck on a low stat level, I'm up 100 floors
Multiple kills by the sick-o
They lock my pen away
The nigga with the punches and fly kicks and MMA
Money make an attitude
My style reflects the avenue
From housing checks to passing 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 protect you
Failures gon' shine like the teacher, they don't even deserve the lectures"
Kick the illest niggas you've heard and throw 'em together
Won't compare to the [?] here like convertible weather
All them years of work I made back to choose and victimize like thorns crushing your [fav?] platinum crucifixion
My dawg [?] he done got used to prison
Never home, just visiting, my platoon is different
Home to many style should charge a group commission
Knock out in the [border?] room, cook up in the super kitchen
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