t.Based - Reckless lyrics

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t.Based - Reckless lyrics

[Intro: Mike Tyson interview] I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been. There's no-one can stop me. I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander. I'm the best ever. There's never been anybody as ruthless. I'm Sonny Liston. I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me — I'm from their cloth. There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah! [Verse 1 - t.Based} 16 and lyrical these b**hes say I'm lyrical Angles tatted on me got a body full of spirituals The n***a's that you with you think they rollin They not feeling you I'm turning rags to riches sh** I'm finna make my myrical all my n***a's they ball hard All yo n***a's is broke boys all my n***a's they rolling with me Yo n***a's faker than tomb boys put that on my soul boy I'll never sell my soul boy but imm'a stack this dough boy Thats till the day i go boy rack up rack out Lil n***a trynna cash out lil n***a want big bills That's sitting taller than black house just so you know big black house From rob and big yea that house reckless b**h I'm reckless b**h My paper stack like tetris b**h you n***a's hating on me f** opinions i don't care sh** i go ham you know that Snap a beat like Kodak you old rappers behind me I call you n***a's throwbacks throw back like 4 flats on a Cadillac in the drive way My n***a's smoking on reefer they zoning to the highway I'm zoning to my fast lane my lane to success On these beats i spit these nasty bars you smell it in my breathe For the franklin's paper chasin until i run out of breathe Underrated with bars sicker than scabs on a chest Man I'm sicker than the swine flu tell the doc come get me Die once so I'm living life until my god come get me Look 16 years of living with a heart-full of ambition Paper chasin started rapping I'm just trynna make tuition I'm just trynna sign a deal I'm just trynna make a meal And when i make it imm'a blow it like I'm fanning windmills Let me catch my breathe man I'm tired of fake n***a's Like a chick with no health everybody claiming real When they faker than a elf real recognize real and i ant see nobody yet [Outro: Mike Tyson Interview] Praise be to Allah!