Reckless Living Lyrics – Pooh Shiesty

Read the full Reckless Living lyrics by Pooh Shiesty from the album All Eyes On Shiest along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Pooh Shiesty’s music, you can also explore Booty Club and Still on Timing, two other songs by Pooh Shiesty.

[Intro]
Come on, let’s get to talking, like, alright
I told n!ggas, you just gotta pay attention, I make this s*it, like, real, real vivid for a n!gga
You know, this s*it be hard, like
Balancing and juggling all this s*it, you hear me?

[Verse]
Fresh off a drill, fully focused with six hundred up on my neck
KD my mans, he earned my respect, b!tch know ’bout all my hats
My last B, that Drac’ was bouncing, clapping like a jumping jack
He can’t duck these, this ain’t Aflac, Nuskie died, how I’m ‘posed to react?
The fu*k you mean, “Shiesty, relax”? Fu*k you mean we don’t get back?

These n!ggas ain’t never fought in no war, I spent a million on gloves and masks
Fu*k out my face, grab every rake, load every Drac’, this s*it all bad
And I ain’t never paid for a hit, but I sent bread when something got smacked
Choppa Gang wear all black, got static, you get a gray flag
N!gga took what from who in KOD? That s*it fell out my pants
I picked up my money, rolled down the ski mask, shot my glizzy until it jammed
B!tch, I ain’t never went for a pickpocket, buck, robbery, or a scam, n!gga
Out of town, I act like a rap n!gga, long as my city know who I am
We made something, wrapped the pole front the halfway house, we did it all on cam
Controlling the backseat by myself, keep shedding tears, long live Dell
Losing 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 fu*k on house arrest, tryna get the feds up off my trail
Run up your M&Ms, make it hard for n!ggas 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 blackballing a n!gga
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 n!gga, 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 putting on for you, though, can’t nobody drive me no more
None of these n!ggas didn’t love you, lil’ bro, like your mama loved you, lil’ bro
I hate I can’t hug you, lil’ bro, still dishing out slugs for you, though
I’m going against blood for you, bro, this s*it finna get ugly, bro

Still clutching one of your poles, still sitting by the window
I’m still riding Striker on them folks, I’m still watching everything they post
I’m still headfirst on the lo’, I’ma make n!ggas honor your soul
Money still calling, 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, pu*sy
Motherfu*king pu*sy, b!tch
Let me hear that lap