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Reality Check Video (MV)




Performed By: Wunda
Length: 2:03
Written by: Sean Stanley




Wunda - Reality Check Lyrics
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They don't really want war
What you running up for
Y'all talking like broads
Y'all calling the law
What you heard what you saw
Y'all niggaz ain't hard
Ya niggaz all fraud
My niggaz on call
That's what I call squad
We peas in a pod
We wind to a hawk
You fleas to a dog
You niggaz all bark
You niggaz all talk
All lung no heart
All shell no parts
You don't want no sauce
Erase those thoughts
All gains no loss
No pain no floss
My aim no off
You lame you soft
I blame your boss
You lay you chalked
This reality check is for those that think they're wavy
Imma get this bread and them fools to pay me out
I remember days when dudes they tried to play me
But a nigga came up and all I know is pay me now
I'm chasing the chips
A little freeze on my wrist
Two lanes in the whip
Shoot a nigga in his lip
He said it came with the clip
So let it bang from your hip
I get drunk then I dip
I just wanna take trips
Bitches just wanna trip
Ain't passport for this
But I gotta get lit
Gotta stack my chips
Cuz a nigga ain't rich
But when your palm itch
I done seen niggaz switch
I done seen niggaz switch
Seen niggaz get picked
But I'm with the same clique
That let it squeeze 'til it clicks
Giving life for a brick
You getting smoked for the pitch
I seen dope dealers snitch
Ain't no hope in this shit
Ain't no hope in this shit
This reality check is for those that think they're wavy
Imma get this bread and them fools to pay me out
I remember days when dudes they tried to play me
But a nigga came up and all I know is pay me now
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They don't really want war
What you running up for
Y'all talking like broads
Y'all calling the law
What you heard what you saw
Y'all niggaz ain't hard
Ya niggaz all fraud
My niggaz on call
That's what I call squad
We peas in a pod
We wind to a hawk
You fleas to a dog
You niggaz all bark
You niggaz all talk
All lung no heart
All shell no parts
You don't want no sauce
Erase those thoughts
All gains no loss
No pain no floss
My aim no off
You lame you soft
I blame your boss
You lay you chalked
This reality check is for those that think they're wavy
Imma get this bread and them fools to pay me out
I remember days when dudes they tried to play me
But a nigga came up and all I know is pay me now
I'm chasing the chips
A little freeze on my wrist
Two lanes in the whip
Shoot a nigga in his lip
He said it came with the clip
So let it bang from your hip
I get drunk then I dip
I just wanna take trips
Bitches just wanna trip
Ain't passport for this
But I gotta get lit
Gotta stack my chips
Cuz a nigga ain't rich
But when your palm itch
I done seen niggaz switch
I done seen niggaz switch
Seen niggaz get picked
But I'm with the same clique
That let it squeeze 'til it clicks
Giving life for a brick
You getting smoked for the pitch
I seen dope dealers snitch
Ain't no hope in this shit
Ain't no hope in this shit
This reality check is for those that think they're wavy
Imma get this bread and them fools to pay me out
I remember days when dudes they tried to play me
But a nigga came up and all I know is pay me now
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Writer: Sean Stanley
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