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letra de reckless - down6

[verse 1]
run in up yo’ crib h-lla reckless, i ain’t gon’ take a while
i don’t give no sh-ts ’bout your dissin’, your lines are stinging mild
got your f-ckin’ mother in my hands ,and now we gettin’ wild
check the aisles, do you want them to see how we actin’ vile?
it all went according to plan
scorchin’ the bowl on the porch near the sand
don’t pay attention to where the blade land
blood on my menacing grin while i stand
you ain’t no man, you ain’t do what you can
so you dupe all your bands and then fake all your luxury
f-ck with montgomery, get you a gun and see
this sh-t ain’t funny, b, greeted with thuggery quick
finishin’ school, fall in love with some b-tch
i’ma buy her a muzzle, a leash, and a kiss
we gеt into scuffles, her legion is p-ssеd
why make it a puzzle? no reason to b-tch
cuff to the frame, i aim for the veins
you hope to be safe, but your man is late
so i imitate what pleasure he makes
but times it a thousand, leave blue on your face
i am the chosen one
soak in my open gun spray, master breakin’ backs
stay up for weeks on that ice
until they oblige and motherf-ckin’ crack
itchin’ like it was some lice and ready to bite
i’ve had enough of that
cage you forever to drown in your sorrow
you won’t see tomorrow if actin’ bad
rob your identity miles away, defile your name
you with mild with taste, this guy in your way
so what you gon’ do? you cannot restraint and you cannot move
you cannot son me with bummy-ass rhythm
y’all stuck in a box, surrounded in prism
all gettin’ lost when i zoom by your block
taught that the grace is coursin’ up in ’em
you a fan? better plan for the photo
ho’ don’t know who the goat is? oh well
crush cans out back with some bozos
weed smoke soaked in my clothes, like oh h-ll
brush your pants, when they walk to the ford, bro
all these flows show when they whiff up that smell
black and mild, drippin’ ash, when we toe-to-toe
drop that bloke in the bottom of the well
[bridge]
scary hooded figure in the cemetery
when i wield the scythe, you b-tches best be wary
rise within the center with the homie mary
bl–dy druggy money, can’t afford, you’re buried
creepin’ from the grave to hop up in the booth
i’ve never been the same, addicted to the boof
haters hate my place, at least i made the roof
b-tch, i’m hear to clear the plate, now where’s my food?

[verse 2]
enter bright and take it to the f-ckin’ limit
i been timid with the image, i diminish in the scene, b-tch
mysp-ce type, laced with a k9
brain on the same vibe, trippin’ off a bean, itch
for motherf-ckin’ validation, you can never handle what i sneak diss
hair waves resemble like jesus
torn to pieces, pourin’ out the gas can
spread a motherf-ckers blood just like it’s bread and b-tter
opps’ll topple like they dominoes, i wield a cutter
you’ll become a patient with the f-ckin’ others
only sip on occasion when i want to shutter
zoom by fast, fool in the moonlight
boom, i’m mad, my bad this goon right
i tap ass real aggressive like an ipad kid
you better move ’cause a loon on the loose
[outro]
f-cker
i’m gonna eat your ass

- down6

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