[Verse 1: Styles P]
I’m accustomed to getting fast dough
And chicks that hold work by they asshole
Standing by the pool in a bath robe
Bullet in your caesar or your afro
Looking at the don and the apple
Be the biggest prize if real n***as was raffled
You baffled, throw you off the scaffold
Or hit you with the scalpel like the doctor
Rap style proper, imminent gun popper
West side highway flyer, coke chopper
Only fuck with n***as that prosper
Bitch ass n***as love to gossip
Get highford, get Kennedy
Get your ass turned to a memory
Remember he, remember him
Play me n***a, you’ll never win

[Chorus]
Reckless
Reckless
Reckless
All cocoo, all loco

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
You don’t owe me nothing but real rap
Under the laundry bag is still wap
Shoot first, not from sideways, n***as is young boys
Ringers is OJ’s, blow crazy
Under the building, Poltergeist in it
Sucked in the low best with ice in it
Buy cars, running through Mars, snatch yo jewels and dip dodge
And don’t make me whip, it’s sergeant now
It’s rough in the 718
Roll out, 11 n***as, snitches gone bate
We’re strapped in the max with the lifers and indoor cyphers
Do anything to kill more Nikes up
Wilding with the wolves in the wool riches
Mostly yall n***as’ hoes is hood bitches
Catch you in the flicks, know the game 456
We bubble cocaine with the quick
[Chorus]
Reckless
Reckless
Reckless
All cocoo, all loco
Reckless
Reckless
Reckless
All coocoo, all loco

[Verse 3: Styles P]
We in the same game but it’s different endings
Yeah it’s polo but it’s different linen
Got a gun but never been on a mission with it
Seen crack but never been in the kitchen with it
Never caught a n***a slipping with it
You just rapping like a criminal
I’m a criminal rapping, a 5 star general
Fuck fake n***as, the message ain’t subliminal
Better take your vitamins and minerals
You talk a lot and the bullets when I’m the interview
So wutchu say now?
Free shit, got bullets to give away now
Free shit, you get down or lay down
But once you laid down you stay down
‘Cause that’s 2 to the dome piece
Bullets in your hair like the phone piece
(Chorus)
Reckless
Reckless
Reckless
All coocoo, all loco