Lockemeade Lyrics

I'm reckless

June seventeenth I'm the lead-head

Room looking like my ammunition made the Fed's list

Got drill bits so now you know I'll suppress it

When you feel like thugging me out, second guess it

Rest it, invest in a vest type five

My three-oh-eight keep me awake the feeble made blind

Crescent reset I'm approaching the prime

Mother fucker, I'm restless

I can get your body buried off Craigslist

Your fam wasted ducats hiring forensics, but check it

You're a mark that's why you're on my check list

All green, no cap, you guessed it

Estimate I prophesized where your head split

Sending your soul light years into red shift

Pop a blackhead bullet in your brain like a head zit

Suited up, clean shot, BOW, bitch

I'm reckless

I'm restless. No incentive

Override the prime directive

In debt to the outcome that you questioned

Don't play dumb, I'm unsung on the guest list

MVP, check the VIP section

Empty the V, track IP connections

Got the sheriffs blackmailed, white-balled, and threatened

In bed with the detective's wife, I spread it like cream cheese

On everything she split like my bagel for breakfast

Got this girl's jaw numb when I stretch it

Permanently opened her mouth up like a cleft lip

Milk drops dripped around her collar like a necklace

I act soft because I know I get too aggressive

I hacksawed the cartilaginous resentment

I waxed off the equilibrated addendum

They're so spineless, spazzed plasmodium vermin

I'm reckless

Listen to me, J Cole, and Kendrick

I'm bound to the boogie, you brown nose the investment

I'm bad to the bone that I broke, bowed in crescent

Defeated both back goodbye to the bondage

Honestly hook flies packed in porridge

I'm the Lord of them guys got the storage

Tackled the tabernacle, the blade in the forest

Cored the apple in the shade, it's defenseless

Incessant endless web of stories been distorted

Bent, deformed and said through lore that burned the floor

Occurred to Kurr to cull the horde

Boring into the minds that I care about

Boring to the minds I don't give a fuck about

This is something different than whatever was allowed up

I got humbled when I stumbled into round one

Mother fucker, I'm restless

Back to lifting – back to back rows

Back to swimming – these back to back strokes

Back to fucking – back to back strokes

Painting on her canvas without her damn clothes

Give her that Michael D'Angelo

Wifey love the fact that I'm an animal

Fuck up anyone won rifles and ammo

Feds know my MO

Lockemeade, it's untold