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Reckless Video (MV)




Performed By: George Four
Length: 3:21
Written by: George Osborne




George Four - Reckless Lyrics
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You know what? Oh, I'm raking in
Racks upon racks, I'm reckless
Life's been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I'm spitting facts; factual statements right down on your ass
Racks up on racks, I'm reckless
From the cops I'll be running fast
F*ck stress, pillie make me stressless
Got Dior, got a Fendi and a Louis bag
Boutta get money, boutta get cash
Your shit wack, gotta bounce back
Get that f*ck shit outta here man
On the henny can't see straight, gotta clean my glass, yeah
Routinely overthinking, my ship feels like it's always sinking
Can't f*ck with no nat, they always be lurking, can't be certain
Oh, I might take a bean, benzo, and a fentanyl, getting rid of my brain before it f*cks me over
I will never be OK, I won't even be alright, I will never change
I'll hit then I gotta leave, now I'm eating steak
I can never get a break, dripping on my wrist, drip like a lake, raking in all the cake
Raking in all the cake
Oh, I'm raking in
Racks upon racks, I'm reckless
Life's been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I'm spitting facts; factual statements right down on your ass
Racks up on racks, I'm reckless
From the cops I'll be running fast
F*ck stress, pillie make me stressless
Got Dior, got a Fendi and a Louis bag
Got a routine; ignore the hating
I can't see, no saline, you don't want to betray me
Stop, stop, don't go astray
I am a predator, I come for the prey, yeah, yeah
Nah, nah, nah
Blue lights in the sky
Suicide on my mind
What am I gonna find
Got no credibility
Don't care just wanna leave
Care what other people think, it kinda makes me sick
I am one of kind
Keep up with my grind, yeah
Dreams are in foreigns with my brothers, I'm living life on my time
Oh, I'm raking in
Racks upon racks, I'm reckless
Life's been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I'm spitting facts; factual statements right down on your ass
Racks up on racks, I'm reckless
From the cops I'll be running fast
F*ck stress, pillie make me stressless
Got Dior, got a Fendi and a Louis bag
Bentley dreams, my demons f*ck with me
Skinnie's ripped at the knees
No relax, all black, Gucci cap
I'll lap you no cap, water on my neck, better watch your step
Ice in my cup, lemonade
If you know what's up we can conversate
Ride around town in which coupe today
F*cking shit up like every day
Money's like a weight, but it helps with the pain, yeah, yeah
Boutta get money, boutta get cash
Your shit wack, gotta bounce back
Get that f*ck shit outta here man
On the henny can't see straight, gotta clean my glass, yeah
Routinely overthinking, my ship feels like it's always sinking
Can't f*ck with no nat, they always be lurking, can't be certain
Racks upon racks, I'm reckless
Life's been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I'm spitting facts; factual statements right down on your ass
Racks up on racks, I'm reckless
From the cops I'll be running fast
F*ck stress, pillie make me stressless
Got Dior, got a Fendi and a Louis bag
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You know what? Oh, I'm raking in
Racks upon racks, I'm reckless
Life's been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I'm spitting facts; factual statements right down on your ass
Racks up on racks, I'm reckless
From the cops I'll be running fast
F*ck stress, pillie make me stressless
Got Dior, got a Fendi and a Louis bag
Boutta get money, boutta get cash
Your shit wack, gotta bounce back
Get that f*ck shit outta here man
On the henny can't see straight, gotta clean my glass, yeah
Routinely overthinking, my ship feels like it's always sinking
Can't f*ck with no nat, they always be lurking, can't be certain
Oh, I might take a bean, benzo, and a fentanyl, getting rid of my brain before it f*cks me over
I will never be OK, I won't even be alright, I will never change
I'll hit then I gotta leave, now I'm eating steak
I can never get a break, dripping on my wrist, drip like a lake, raking in all the cake
Raking in all the cake
Oh, I'm raking in
Racks upon racks, I'm reckless
Life's been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I'm spitting facts; factual statements right down on your ass
Racks up on racks, I'm reckless
From the cops I'll be running fast
F*ck stress, pillie make me stressless
Got Dior, got a Fendi and a Louis bag
Got a routine; ignore the hating
I can't see, no saline, you don't want to betray me
Stop, stop, don't go astray
I am a predator, I come for the prey, yeah, yeah
Nah, nah, nah
Blue lights in the sky
Suicide on my mind
What am I gonna find
Got no credibility
Don't care just wanna leave
Care what other people think, it kinda makes me sick
I am one of kind
Keep up with my grind, yeah
Dreams are in foreigns with my brothers, I'm living life on my time
Oh, I'm raking in
Racks upon racks, I'm reckless
Life's been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I'm spitting facts; factual statements right down on your ass
Racks up on racks, I'm reckless
From the cops I'll be running fast
F*ck stress, pillie make me stressless
Got Dior, got a Fendi and a Louis bag
Bentley dreams, my demons f*ck with me
Skinnie's ripped at the knees
No relax, all black, Gucci cap
I'll lap you no cap, water on my neck, better watch your step
Ice in my cup, lemonade
If you know what's up we can conversate
Ride around town in which coupe today
F*cking shit up like every day
Money's like a weight, but it helps with the pain, yeah, yeah
Boutta get money, boutta get cash
Your shit wack, gotta bounce back
Get that f*ck shit outta here man
On the henny can't see straight, gotta clean my glass, yeah
Routinely overthinking, my ship feels like it's always sinking
Can't f*ck with no nat, they always be lurking, can't be certain
Racks upon racks, I'm reckless
Life's been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I'm spitting facts; factual statements right down on your ass
Racks up on racks, I'm reckless
From the cops I'll be running fast
F*ck stress, pillie make me stressless
Got Dior, got a Fendi and a Louis bag
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Writer: George Osborne
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