Reese Bonneau - Reality Check. Lyrics

Let me talk for a sec, yeah
You second, best
Pull up with a drop top
My flow does the rest

I just cannot fight off the cyphers
At night, I'd decipher why living
Was really the stress

Hah, Now i'm living lavish
High school doubters in distress

Hello? Mom Can you hear that, where is it?

I got pockets on my hip
Pants need a belt, they filled with gliss
People really think they know me Dog
Uh Uh, Ain't nobody wanna show me

So I hit em with a smack
Reality check
Think that I'm whack
Normality test
Stabbed in the back (Never talk imma act?)
Don't care what mallory said
Spitting some Facts (Facts)
Get a Text from my Ex

I do this all for means
All of my flow are to supreme
When I was 16 revived tho (Revived)
God I'm so high I need a drink
I'm so high I need a drink

Don't act like you on side, my side
I take this beat and ride
Came up in disguise
I ride on top the game in slides

Not Runner up, run up the sheets
Pre game, gotta strap up my cleats (Pre-game?)
I'm breaking ankles, Taking socks off
The only time i see de-feat

Know I'm going on a quest
Yeah, I Been blessed
Grind Never Stops
Daily Work, coulda guessed
I'll infest, I feel possessed
Running through the nation
Your kids can't get me out there heads

I'm the one, the gunna, the runner, don't front her
She'll take what you got and then leave in the summer
Oh boy that's a bummer, Start burning the lumber
To seal up the pain in your heart because you loved her
Oh i've never been better, i just burned her sweater
Then I reminisce and wrote her a mean a letter
My heart burns like peppers, I give all my effort
Your screwed now, when im mad i get clever

Test your arms before pull-it
Hang tight load up the bullets
Scraping em all off the walls, and i
Killed em off, said that I couldn't

Like OJ, OJ
I got away
Didn't get sentenced, I escaped the prison
Killed off my victims, when i hit em with a smack

So I hit em with a smack
Reality check
Think that I'm whack
Normality test
Stabbed in the back (Never talk imma act?)
Don't care what mallory said
Spitting some Facts (Facts)
Get a Text from my Ex

I got pockets on my hip
Pants need a belt, they filled with gliss
People really think they know me bruh
Uh Uh, Ain't nobody wanna show me

So I hit em with a smack
Reality check
Think that I'm whack
Normality test
Stabbed in the back
Don't care what mallory said
Spitting some Facts
Get a Text from my Ex

A Smack of reality
Hanging tight off the balcony
Mentality checked, Lobotomies
Being Conducted around me
I go Kamikaze, Detonating
In the lobby, your a month over
Still shrugging shoulders
I knock em out like rocky

Tied up like shoe laces
Stagnant, Placid, Make it
All these rappers been faking
Rented cars, and fake breaking

At the crib kicking it back
Wake up, work til i crash
Ain't no commitment, that's why
I been winning, they ask me, so I had to him em smack