Dookz, from the South - Reckless

Yeah, yeah
Ay, Ay
I'm so reckless
Sometimes I let the tec spit
Sometimes I let a message to my ex slip
You out your mind if you think that you gon' check this
And yo, that ain't your bitch
Peep the name on the necklace, look
If its beef, then the little homies settle it
If it's war, then we hittin' up the veterans
I seen it all, don't approach with the hesitance
In the 3rd grade I was listening to Many Men
Way back
When they used to call me Lil' Mexican
Posted up on Trinity, Cutlass bumping DJ Quik
The wrong look could get you checked on yo chinny chin
Have you looking up, wondering was it really him
I used to drink the Olde English out the glass when
Moms had the couches wrapped with the plastic
They know Dookz
Ayo
That shit a habit
And when I die, put some Henny in my casket
If I should die
Before I wake
I pray the lord
My soul to take
Forgive me lord
For my mistakes
And please let me get a ticket through the pearly gates
All I'm asking, ay
Still, Ima keep it pushin' to my last breath
These skinny legs gonna get me to the last step
Had to progress, stopped thinking about the past shit
You live off hype, I been living off of passion
You can't fathom
All these pretty bitches I been had em
Got yo baby momma in ya ear telling you to man up
Keep it player, nah I never disrespect a real one
I be in the field homie, you just looking real dumb
You ain't ever had to duck the bird on the block
You ain't ever ran from no motherfuckin' cop
You ain't ever hit the deck when you heard the shots
Saying you the shit but homie we know you not
You'd be the man if we let you tell it
I'm good anywhere I go, shit I stay protected
I'm out of pocket but these hoes know how it go
It's still Kid Fade from 2400
If I should die
Before I wake
I pray the lord
My soul to take
Forgive me lord
For my Mistakes
And please let me get a ticket through the pearly gates
All I'm asking, ay

Written by:
Javier Ramirez

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