young & reckless (freestyle)
Singer:lloyd banks
out disrespecting they old head
clowns'll fuck up the party
killers to paint the snow red
they zoom in scopes 'cause i done set the bar so high my nose bled
your favorite rapper i'll pack as my microphone bed
hood raiser for dreamy eyes
i need my safe my tv size
my shit designed for 3d minds
never ignore the greasy signs
almost always a cryptic message in between the lines
i spot the vibe with eagle eyes
the way niggas is tellin'
you would think it's street legalized
i always left it all on the record
momma should've tube-tied ya
i'm dropping jewels by ya
skill'll keep the room liver
any day you lose your seat
take your shit with a screw-driver
that artist got a co-writer behind that verse you like
which really means there should be another name on your merchandise
flew me pounds of granddaddy
duckin' from the copycats
ain't another flow on earth this nice
mind your fuckin' manners
misunderstandings ain't worth your life
i pride myself being driven
chip on my shoulder 3 times
ride through the neighborhood you'll hear a stomach roar
where niggas bite the bullet for 6 and then death comes in 4's
you should check out the summer scores
your stuck on a low stat level
multiple kills by the sicko
the nigga with the punches and fly kicks 'n mma
my style reflects the avenue
from housing 'jects to pads and pools
i'm miles away from average moves
fools out here trickin' like the professor
my valuables talk to me when i lift them up out the dresser like