Reckless

Hey, what's goin on?

Look before you send the thing just hit me back

I know I messed up, and I messed up big this time

And you told me time and time again

To change my ways and my lifestyle

But I never listened

But this time, when I do eventually get outside these walls

That's the path I wanna take

Man, I'm just tired of living recklessly

We legendary

Hold you closer to the edge

I'm losing up in my head

Baby mama causing drama

Took the keys to her Honda

Some slide, some Micheal Jordon

Polo drawers, Ralph Lauren

Got the chopper that hit Leo

With Alonzo Mourning

Back and forth to the store

Grape Swisher, Arm and Hammer

Any way to get our property

Getting money ain't a option

Blowing la in the wig

I'm smashing, chasing the free

Get stripped, what do I do

I know I'm hard to talk to

'Cause I don't listen

Like its your fault that I be tripping

God, if you can hear me now

I'm struggling, I need your words

Still hard, and don't like to listen

I'm drowning pain in this liquor

More problems than you can picture

I'm inking myself in scripture

Lord save me

So don't forget what you done promised

When my dollars lacking commas

I'm stressing from baby mamas

When Lucy be steady callin

Want me pop a blue dolphin

When I get lost and get the wig

And start question those who with me

Start hating the ones who love me

Start placing it all above you

Leave my path and show me grace

Show me grace, Lord

That trap money ain't safe money

My grandma call I hit ignore

She tryna pray for me

They say I'm living reckless

And they say I'm living reckless

And they say I'm living reckless

And ain't no money in that bag that make me want

They say I'm living reckless

I'll die living reckless

Two times I've licked a felon

'Cause ain't no money in that bag

That make me wanna to back to living reckless

I'm tired of living reckless

Two times I've licked a felon

Back room and I'm ducked off

Got pain deep in my body

Tryna rope me off, wanna suffocate me

Got warrants for me, I got 'em

I got 'em, I swear I got 'em

I got slugs laced with violence

Tryna murder me, I'm gon' beat 'em

I got a shooter, move in silence, come find me

Driver's seat of that new Impala

Bible on the dash

And now it get real

It get worse, and you gon' learn

To get this work

When I pray that it come to pass

Used to roll with me, I'm one deep

Ain't diving with no codefendant

We was cool

Till I find out that the devil tryna kill me

Tryna put me in that cell

Nah, you gon' burn in hell

And I ain't burning with you

So it's gon be some casualties

You told me find pleasure in the evil

Hey, then I learned you was the devil

I won't look in that casket

Shout out to his blood

I broke up about that money

And I was covered in this love

And I ain't playing with you

No, I ain't playin with you

'Cause I'm tired of living reckless

And ain't no money in that bag

That make me wanna to back, hey

Ain't a show with them girls to make me wanna go back

And ain't nothing you could tell me that could change it

Tired of living

Ain't a show with them girls to make me wanna go back