Lyrics Reality Check - Lunar C

Reality Check

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
Yo
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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This is your reality che-che-check
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