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reckless marlo - “deadbolt dreams” 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

- reckless marlo lyrics

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