Reality Check - Lunar C

Having a conscience is a weakness when the enemies you have don’t

Sometimes you gotta stoop to their level to be in control

So even if I got to beg steal or borrow

I’ll do what I need to do to get to see tomorrow

Some have eyes in the back of their head

But some people are blind so it has to be said

If you think you’ll get by just by having respect

Well this is your reality check, motherfucker

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There’s no one I consider as my equal

Find me on twitter starting a race war against white people

I’m not racist or fascist

What is homophobic?

Who the fuck’s afraid of a faggot?

Maybe I shoulda been a stain on mattress

Instead of raised as a bastard

And left to play in the traffic

These cocky amateurs must be sniffin' a dodgy batch

They’re on my dick I’m so fuckin' sick of these copy cats

I’ve got callouses on my thumbs from zippin' up body bags

I lied if I said I do regret my actions

I threw a temper tantrum

Decided to shoot up Hefner’s mansion

Choose some skets at random

And fuck 'em while Hugh was held for ransom

I need to succeed failure’s not worth comprehendin'

And I don’t mean to brag I know it sounds condescendin'

But they know I’m puttin' 'em to shame they should stop pretendin'

I’m the only one goin' in like I blocked the entrance

Having a conscience is a weakness when the enemies you have don’t

Sometimes you gotta stoop to their level to be in control

So even if I got to beg steal or borrow

I’ll do what I need to do to get to see tomorrow

Some have eyes in the back of their head

But some people are blind so it has to be said

If you think you’ll get by just by having respect

Well this is your reality check, motherfucker

Some of these dudes act like this shit is a fuckin' fashion show

They’ll get toe tagged for trespassing in my battle zone

Cro smoke lookin' like a steam from a dragon’s nose

Eyes like camel toes

Grade by the barrel load

I don’t know why all these kids are copyin' me

I ain’t got no swag I just wear whatever the sponsors give me

The sqaud is shifty

Rich kids showin' off is risky

They’ll get left to slum it in the squat with diddly squat it’s grizzly

Nothin' pretty 'bout the way we livin'

Tryina play the system

It’s a struggle just stayin' driven

I want fans but I don’t want to hear the hate and dissin'

I wanna get high but I don’t want to pay for piff and

I wanna fuck bitches but I don’t wanna wake up with 'em

You fail at everything and put it down to trial and error

I don’t have the patience or the time and effort to play with these kids

Like a child molester with a violent temper

Having a conscience is a weakness when the enemies you have don’t

Sometimes you gotta stoop to their level to be in control

So even if I got to beg steal or borrow

I’ll do what I need to do to get to see tomorrow

Some have eyes in the back of their head

But some people are blind so it has to be said

If you think you’ll get by just by having respect

Well this is your reality check, motherfucker

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