“deadbolt dreams” - reckless marlo lyrics
[intro: reckless marlo]
i been walkin’ through this f*cked*up world with a motherf*ckin’ chip on my shoulder and a bag full of pain
ain’t a b*tch or a p*ssy*ass hater alive that can step in my way when i’m countin’ this money again
[chorus: reckless marlo]
i was broke as a motherf*cker, now i’m stackin’ this cash like i’m tryna suffocate every godd*mn safe
i been cuttin’ these snake*ass b*tches and clown*ass dudes out my life like i’m slicin’ ‘em straight off the plate
i don’t f*ck with no goofy*ass n*gga who talk like he rich when he sittin’ at home eatin’ minimum wage
i been runnin’ through nights with a stick in my hoodie and pockets so heavy they bendin’ the frame of my waist
[verse 1: reckless marlo]
i got blood on my shoes from a motherf*ckin’ walk through a block whеre they cry and they k!ll еvery day
i don’t f*ck with no b*tch who be beggin’ for sh*t, she get left in the dirt like a lawn i forgot i should rake
i been throwin’ these bullets at n*ggas who try me, they fall on the ground like a b*tch when she trip on a crate
i’m a demon in silence who move in the shadows, i’m colder than steel when it sit in the bottom of lakes
hit a l!ck on a punk who was flexin’ too heavy, i emptied his pockets and dipped with a grin on my face
i don’t trust no fake*ass friend who pretend like he love me but plot on my pockets and envy my place
if a b*tch wanna lie on my name, i’m exposin’ her ass with a text and a picture she thought i erased
every day i get paid like a motherf*ckin’ menace who woke up and chose to go p*ss in the mouth of the hate
i been steppin’ on necks with a f*cked*up temper, i’ll snap on a n*gga for breathin’ too close to my sp*ce
got a glock with a drum and a beam on the bottom, it shine through the night like the lights on a godd*mn parade
i been losin’ my mind but i’m gainin’ my bag, and i’d rather be rich than be sane in this f*ckin’ lil race
every b*tch that i f*ck wanna stay for the night, but i kick her right out when she’s askin’ for something to take
[verse 2: luh tyler]
they like how the f*ck you get so raw with this sh*t when you young as a b*tch and you still lettin’ money inflate?
i been curvin’ these ho*ass hoes and these punk*ass dudes who be talkin’ that sh*t with no food on their plate
i don’t rock no designer*ass clothes, i be steppin’ in plain*ass fits with a pocket that’s filled with the bank
i been smokin’ on loud*ass packs that be hittin’ so heavy the motherf*ckin’ smell make the neighbors complain
tell me why the f*ck a lame*ass b*tch or a broke*ass clown got the nerve to go mention my name?
all these motherf*ckin’ hoes be lyin’ like puppets, i swear they be stiff as a toy when i’m pullin’ the strings in the game
i ain’t switchin’ on bro for a dollar or fame, i’m loyal as f*ck like a lock on a door with a deadbolt frame
if a n*gga keep hatin’ on my d*mn motion, i’m cuttin’ him off like a picture i crop out the frame
at my shows i got hoes in the front row starin’ like they wanna f*ck me inside of the back of a plane
got a b*tch lookin’ cold as snow white glitter, but i dropped her ass quick ‘cause her vibe was a godd*mn stain
i been runnin’ through beats like a motherf*ckin’ beast, every line that i spit hit harder than trains
i be high as the sky but i’m feelin’ that pain, and i’m stackin’ this cash ‘til it rise like a godd*mn crane
i been kissin’ on mary jane heavy as h*ll, you can smell that sh*t strong like it live in my veins
i’m a young*ass n*gga with wisdom that hit like a punch to the face when you stunned by the sh*t that i say
i need coats for my heart ‘cause that motherf*cker frozen, i swear it got colder than storms in the middle of may
i’m a ghost to these b*tch*ass dudes in rap, i be movin’ so sl!ck they can’t see me in nothin’ i lay
bad white b*tch from the south of the map wanna f*ck on a star that she know ain’t gon’ treat her the same
i ain’t f*ckin’ with no soft*ass dude, he a clown*ass boy who be beggin’ for help when he losin’ the game
i been runnin’ up checks like a motherf*ckin’ fiend for the money, that sh*t got me feelin’ insane
every dollar i get multiply like a b*tch in the crib who don’t know how to stop makin’ godd*mn mistakes
i’m the same young n*gga who don’t fall down, i been standin’ on ten like a soldier who walk through the flame
i’m a motherf*ckin’ baller who shoot for the top like i’m playin’ this sh*t in the finals with nothin’ to gain
if you ain’t on a chase for the money, then stay the f*ck back, you ain’t built for the sh*t that we chase every day
i don’t sit in the mix with no clown*ass group, i be stayin’ out the way while i stack every dollar i make
look deep in my eyes, you can tell that i’m booted as f*ck with a mind in the clouds where the angels don’t stay
i be flyin’ through life like a bird with a goal, drop a b*tch from the nest when she beg for a place she can lay
i get stupid on beats but i’m smart with the moves, you can tell i’m a problem who don’t ever f*ckin’ decay
you can try to compete with my style if you want, but you losin’ that battle before you even step in the way
[chorus: reckless marlo]
i was broke as a motherf*cker, now i’m stackin’ this cash like i’m tryna suffocate every godd*mn safe
i been cuttin’ these snake*ass b*tches and clown*ass dudes out my life like i’m slicin’ ‘em straight off the plate
i don’t f*ck with no goofy*ass n*gga who talk like he rich when he sittin’ at home eatin’ minimum wage
i been runnin’ through nights with a stick in my hoodie and pockets so heavy they bendin’ the frame of my waist
[outro: reckless marlo]
i been grindin’ through h*ll with a heart full of fire and a mind full of demons i still gotta face every day
i ain’t lettin’ no b*tch or no punk*ass n*gga take sh*t from this throne that i built with a godd*mn rage
if you cross reckless marlo, you losin’ your breath, and your story get closed like a book that i threw in the flames
i’m a motherf*ckin’ king in a world full of chaos, and i’m dyin’ before i let anyone f*ck with my name
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