Rittz - Reality Check lyrics
[Rittz - Reality Check lyrics]
Yu-Uh yeah look
If you ain’t in my circle I
Ain’t got no trust in you
You a lame, using slang I ain’t accustomed to
Saying what the fuck I do
Like when a lady wake up naked in the bed
Laying next to Dr huxtable
What you uncomfortable? Wonderful
Smoke with one apple
I hit a blunt with you then go
And crush a box of Lunchable’s
A Smucker’s Uncrustables and a
Couple pack of Gusher’s
Bust a bag of Ruffles open
Start a crackin' Dutches
Let the guts fall out
Y’all can shut y'all mouth
But y'all can suck it out in
Public saying fuck all out
What that embarrass you?
With no comparison or similarities with me
And who is in the mirror that you stare into
(That's you)
I’m pimping bitches why you scaring
Them like man this dude
Experimenting with ‘em let ‘em share
‘em while the cameras shoot
They need a director’s chair
You’re repping the censored, yeah
An ode to C-N T is
Deep connected like checkered square
Giuseppes and Natty’s and I just
Bought me a fresher pair
My guess is you would step into
Some Sketcher’s I’d never wear
No sense of style
I went to Fifth’s and I was in and out
With stacks of cash so massive it
Could be a risk to count
My pockets fat ain’t been no slimming down
Only getting fatter like a bitch done had
An infant child that sit's around
And you could say that I’m harsh
Say my flavor is posh
I say that you ain’t getting paper, no más
You a hater and I think I know why
'Cause, I be taking long vacations in
Locations where they say Aloha
And having luaus, a mansion with a pool house
With you down bass
Sleeping on couches that expand
Into a pull-out
Broke in Neiman Marcus seen him
Glancing at the shoe aisle
But, you ain’t got no money
You just flex like you do
Your rep is questionable
In fact you’re destined to lose
You ever test me, get me deadly
That’s inevitable
You on a stretcher with a medical crew
Rescuing you 'Cause, I decked you I ain’t
Testing no new wresting move suplexing dude
You would look fresh with a blue vest on
Working the Crawlmart
Did you check the dude’s restroom?
Get the carts from the lot?
Get a carpenter job
Or lay some carpet ever thought
Of giving Arby’s a shot?
Just not rapping acting like your bars
Are hard when they’re not
Honest to God they couldn’t market
The garbage you got
You say the shit that you’re about to regret
(Motherfucker)
That’s why you never get one ounce of respect
You messed up and stepped in
A pile of deep shit
I think it’s time to get your reality checked
Check one, two check one, two
One, Two
They say I murder shit and
I just say affirmative
I just write what I observe
Like I’m a journalist, i'm merciless
My purpose ain’t to further
Your encouragement of surfacing
I heard your shit
Your verses need refurbishing
But let’s be honest we done
Thought we heard the
Worst but then a trend emerges with a surge
The words just reoccur again
Is that a her or him? I work my
Pen so much it hurts my hand
Like when you fingering a bitch to
Make her squirt and can’t
Her meat curtains look like turkey skin
Screaming lord have mercy like I witnessed
Bitches twerking at a church event
And I’ve done fucked in church before
Don’t judge me for it
I’m sure the lord above forgave me
Maybe understood the circumstance that
I was in i was in and out of consciousness
A constant itch to put a
Straw up in my nostril
Hit the soft and sniffed
Confidence was lost I used to
Say I was incompetent
But now I’m balling hanging off
The rim like David Robinson
Bought my bitch exotic whips, ain’t no S&M
A lot of artists getting played
Ain’t no record spin
A lot of trends are getting dated
Like leopard print
For years I watched the game and waited
But sat the bench
You convinced about it like you could
Do it like I did
Signed a deal at thirty-two
But still doing you in the process
Maybe I made it look easy, admit it, there
Isn't a stake in it making it feasible
They should have taken a
Breather instead of believing
The people they keeping around and they lie
But really I’m a good guy
And I just stood by
But this is getting silly, good try
It’s time to quit but
You’re delusional as usual
So you just go and hate on me online
But I’ve been on the look out
You say the shit that you’re about to regret
(Motherfucker)
That’s why you never get one ounce of respect
You messed up and stepped in
A pile of deep shit
I think it’s time to get your reality checked
Check one, two check one, two
One, Two
If you ain’t in my circle I
Ain’t got no trust in you
You a lame, using slang I ain’t accustomed to
Saying what the fuck I do
Like when a lady wake up naked in the bed
Laying next to Dr huxtable
What you uncomfortable? Wonderful
Smoke with one apple
I hit a blunt with you then go
And crush a box of Lunchable’s
A Smucker’s Uncrustables and a
Couple pack of Gusher’s
Bust a bag of Ruffles open
Start a crackin' Dutches
Let the guts fall out
Y’all can shut y'all mouth
But y'all can suck it out in
Public saying fuck all out
What that embarrass you?
With no comparison or similarities with me
And who is in the mirror that you stare into
(That's you)
I’m pimping bitches why you scaring
Them like man this dude
Experimenting with ‘em let ‘em share
‘em while the cameras shoot
They need a director’s chair
You’re repping the censored, yeah
An ode to C-N T is
Deep connected like checkered square
Giuseppes and Natty’s and I just
Bought me a fresher pair
My guess is you would step into
Some Sketcher’s I’d never wear
No sense of style
I went to Fifth’s and I was in and out
With stacks of cash so massive it
Could be a risk to count
My pockets fat ain’t been no slimming down
Only getting fatter like a bitch done had
An infant child that sit's around
And you could say that I’m harsh
Say my flavor is posh
I say that you ain’t getting paper, no más
You a hater and I think I know why
'Cause, I be taking long vacations in
Locations where they say Aloha
And having luaus, a mansion with a pool house
With you down bass
Sleeping on couches that expand
Into a pull-out
Broke in Neiman Marcus seen him
Glancing at the shoe aisle
But, you ain’t got no money
You just flex like you do
Your rep is questionable
In fact you’re destined to lose
You ever test me, get me deadly
That’s inevitable
You on a stretcher with a medical crew
Rescuing you 'Cause, I decked you I ain’t
Testing no new wresting move suplexing dude
You would look fresh with a blue vest on
Working the Crawlmart
Did you check the dude’s restroom?
Get the carts from the lot?
Get a carpenter job
Or lay some carpet ever thought
Of giving Arby’s a shot?
Just not rapping acting like your bars
Are hard when they’re not
Honest to God they couldn’t market
The garbage you got
You say the shit that you’re about to regret
(Motherfucker)
That’s why you never get one ounce of respect
You messed up and stepped in
A pile of deep shit
I think it’s time to get your reality checked
Check one, two check one, two
One, Two
They say I murder shit and
I just say affirmative
I just write what I observe
Like I’m a journalist, i'm merciless
My purpose ain’t to further
Your encouragement of surfacing
I heard your shit
Your verses need refurbishing
But let’s be honest we done
Thought we heard the
Worst but then a trend emerges with a surge
The words just reoccur again
Is that a her or him? I work my
Pen so much it hurts my hand
Like when you fingering a bitch to
Make her squirt and can’t
Her meat curtains look like turkey skin
Screaming lord have mercy like I witnessed
Bitches twerking at a church event
And I’ve done fucked in church before
Don’t judge me for it
I’m sure the lord above forgave me
Maybe understood the circumstance that
I was in i was in and out of consciousness
A constant itch to put a
Straw up in my nostril
Hit the soft and sniffed
Confidence was lost I used to
Say I was incompetent
But now I’m balling hanging off
The rim like David Robinson
Bought my bitch exotic whips, ain’t no S&M
A lot of artists getting played
Ain’t no record spin
A lot of trends are getting dated
Like leopard print
For years I watched the game and waited
But sat the bench
You convinced about it like you could
Do it like I did
Signed a deal at thirty-two
But still doing you in the process
Maybe I made it look easy, admit it, there
Isn't a stake in it making it feasible
They should have taken a
Breather instead of believing
The people they keeping around and they lie
But really I’m a good guy
And I just stood by
But this is getting silly, good try
It’s time to quit but
You’re delusional as usual
So you just go and hate on me online
But I’ve been on the look out
You say the shit that you’re about to regret
(Motherfucker)
That’s why you never get one ounce of respect
You messed up and stepped in
A pile of deep shit
I think it’s time to get your reality checked
Check one, two check one, two
One, Two
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