Yuh, yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh

Yeah, into the land of the, reckless

Rolling my words and my necklace

You do not know how we move

Now we are the few who leavin' them breathless

Kerala, Texas, don't matter the language they use

They still understand what the message

Do we understand were the king? They still understand we a threat

They tell me to do it like them

I tell them to get off my, uh, property

I got some people who rock with me

Ain't say a word but they swing at you first

Depending how you gonna talk to me

Don't give a fuck about how much you make

I give a fuck about how much you live

I know some people who rich and who lame

I know some people who poor and legit

I know some ways they gon' fuck up your day

I know some ways to make you dissapper

Abracadabra, now there ain't no trace

Now we got you believing that magic is real (Poof)

Yeah, shit will get heavy (Yeah)

All of my people stay ready (Yeah)

Kerala call up the cutthroats (Yeah)

Bangalore roadies are ready

Mumbai, we hit up the public

I got mine locked in and deadly

Houston, where we got the rockets

I'm going in like McGrady

We goin' hard in the paint, HMK on the way getting buckets, and he got your bitch

Better you stay out the way 'cause the way that we playing, man, one of your bucket get kicked

Expected, bringing you more than perspective

Tell them to leave the shoes at the door, you ready to go?

Into the land of the

Turn 'em up, yuh, turn 'em up, yuh

Turn 'em up, yuh, turn 'em up, yuh

Turn 'em up, yuh, turn 'em up, yuh

Turn 'em up, yuh

I'm in the land of the, reckless

Everyone came with a deathwish

You got, weapons, how could I answer that question?

I'm like, bitch, you guessed it

You was right

I'm looking through the red eye on the scope if a **** tell me to take flight

Man down, ran down on a ****, no mando

Can't hear when the bullets go, Van Gogh, **** ain't in a painting

Number 10 toes, shin bones runnin' toward the endzone

Runnin outta amo, R.I.P, tryna man boat and stroke

When I come onto the block, it's camo

When I come onto the block, it's camo

Potent, you choke off the smoke from the bando

Vibin', I'm smokin on indo, huh

Having me cope with the sin though, huh

I saw the post of my friend though, huh

What I see in all these events

Homies die, so they plotting revenge

When they sly, they gon' do it again

Caught and tried and they not even men

It's a cycle, better watch where they spin

Ducking lead while I'm dodging the bean

Came with a chip on my shoulder while grippin' a toaster

Don't trip on this soldier 'cause I'll get, reckless