Reality Check - Rittz

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 sits 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