Letra de Reckless Living - Pooh Shiesty

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 earned 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 fund 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 smashed

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 remain certified, 37 Mafia, we CMO, blrrrd

Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, pussy

Motherfuckin' pussy, bitch

Let me hear that lap

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