YL - Land of Reckless & Wild lyrics

(Intro) [Verse 1: Rennie] The land is reckless, working hard, tryna get this lettuce Give me credit I'm just 15 and the top is where I'm headed My name, you can't forget it Flow insane, you bumpin' with it n***as in my city jealous Cause they can't see another n***a from around their way Make this paper Man these haters, don't realize they give me buzz But with all the love Thats all I need to rise above They mad cuz their girl hit me up on twitter She be sweet but I'm bitter Hit her with the cold shoulder, now she starts to shiver I flow like the nile river And she askin me to give her A little freestyle... but in the meanwhile... Me and my team we on the hustle But the struggle dont stop And they talkin the talk But we walkin the walk So the bars that I drop, make them stop on the spot (God Damn) [Hook: Afola Beats] (Scratches) Welcome to the land of reckless and wild... (x4) [Verse 2: Chuck-C] No disrespect But I'm about to wreck Any punk a** rapper that be tryna f**in' step And I ain't talkin' bout with my fists I'm finna murder them with the flow thats so crisp So if you ever tried to diss It would surely be a miss Cause the way i spit Is so incredible I am unforgettable Ask around they know the name They know that raw gang be running the game And thats Reckless and Wild Encase you didn't know It's been a bit over a year and look how much we've grown Now I'm smoking big blunts you could call me Al Capone Cause I'm gunning for the thrown Yeah I'm chasing for that mula Fake a** rappers we can see right through ya I really need to get this sh** off my chest Yes, this is to every rapper thinking that hes next You're not You're gonna be forgot And we gon be at the top [Hook] [Verse 3: Y L] They telling me to get my sh** together But I'm fine like the wine your girl sippin' on when we go out to dine I'm on my grind like a skateboard on a railing All I do is win sippin gin, you know I ain't failing I'm just scaling to the top (So high) Skyscraper Chopping trees while I'm chasing for the paper You can't hit this I ain't tryna be rude But when you smoke with us You on another altitude Now hop on the plane I am the pilot And bout to crash it and start a riot But if I land it's a big parade I'm bout to blow up in yo face I'm a big grenade Coming out the Middle East I'm here to speak the truth Osama never died He right here in the booth I'm a lyrical terrorist I'm here to strike fear My sh** don't stop like diarrhea [Hook]