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Reckless Living
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Reckless Living was released on August 7, 2026 by 1017/Atlantic as a part of the album All Eyes on Shiest
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson Botto
Jackson Botto
Songwriter
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter
Ramone Taylor
Ramone Taylor
Songwriter
Ronald Thompson
Ronald Thompson
Songwriter
Tiquon Pryor
Tiquon Pryor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jackson Botto
Jackson Botto
Producer
Tiquon Pryor
Tiquon Pryor
Recording Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Leo Martinez
Leo Martinez
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Cleaver
Ryan Cleaver
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Evergreen Money
Evergreen Money
Producer
Ramone Beats
Ramone Beats
Producer
TP808
TP808
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Come on, let's get to talkin', like, alright
I told ****, you just gotta pay attention, I make this shit, like, real, real vivid for a ****
You know, this shit be hard, like
Balancin' and jugglin' all this shit, you hear me?
[Verse 1]
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 **** 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
**** 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, ****
Out of town, I act like a rap ****, 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 **** 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 ****
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 ****, 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 **** 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 **** 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
[Outro]
Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, pussy
Motherfuckin' pussy, bitch
Let me hear that lap
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