Reckless

Mikey Joe made this Mikey my brother, let's go, ah Fuck one shank, keep two with me Ain't got time for traps bro, I'm too busy Every day a new country and a new city Too litty, ask little Lizzy I keep tools with me (Lizzy) And ask my little bro, I see myself in him (my little bro) I'm real clean, that is savage, so I'm helping him (ah) Ask my boy mini Frank if I melted skin I punched four jail kettles in that jail pin Caught him with the nurse, he got melted I stabbed it out on killers of a jail mill Any jail that I've been, bro I held it (anywhere) Land packs, slash rats, get my cell flipped I sold a thousand bins tryna get rich Armed robbery, ain't been jail for domestics (never) Screws running and they're tryna press the bell quick Jordan's on some next shit, blood pouring neck slit It's the "free the mates" They ain't freed their mates Or hit a sweatbox with a sledge and a gauge My friends on Cat A's are trapped in Strangeways (free him) Kidnaps and bank raids Got some problems that can't be helped I'm numb from trauma, got the hardest shell Nurse running down the landing someone's harmed their self Burnt blades in her toothbrush carved herself I don't fuck with fake rappers, I'm different from all the cappers (this is) This is for the trappers, the bangers and kidnappers (pa) Real life on the block, no Tiktokers and Snapchatters (nah) Nicked for two M's compare me to Marshall Mathers (ah) Brother take it in, and you see that's a double M (double M) Me name rings bells in London like Big Ben (ah) They're like "Yo this B Real be droppin' bangers again" More involved than me boy, but they give him an extra ten On the block everyday out active, I was baggin' up (baggin' up) In and out the pattern, I got them mad as fuck (mad) Scales was wrong, shown me numbers, we ain't addin' up Real block kid, I was scared to do this rapping stuff (course) I was scared to take this new path (new path) Told people the vision, they said, "Are you mad?" Stood tall, every time that they laughed Tell them find their back, treatin' music like a new graft It's Salford to Crocky now that's a one-two (one-two) All the haters watching close tell 'em "fuck you" (fuck you) Fuck rappers 'cause there's only a real few We shut down HQ, Jordan tell 'em how we fuckin' do Loose lips sink ships, so I say less I work hard, so every day's a progress I spit facts and I say it with me whole chest Me, Jordan lig' we the realest in the northwest (Realest in the Northwest) (Realest in the Northwest)