Reality Check Lyrics

Yeah, the TV makes it seem once you make it out the hood

Your problems are solved

Everything seems good Niggas start to hate

Or they want to be like you

And these bummy ass hoes want a pair of new shoes

Money comes up so your worries go down

Shit can't go wrong if you got the rap crown

One day the world will say your bars are cold

Then there will be the day where your ass gets old

Let's start at the beginning where people think you're shitty

To impress all of them you gotta spend every penny

You either work it off or take the high road by sinning cuz in evil's eye

That's the only way you're winning

The road to riches changes your perspective how to get it

So put them shoes on if your fuckin' feet can fit in

Once your foot steps in you just think you gotta win

But not really, the hardest part now starts to begin

You want to get that paper, you have to be a chaser

Not just for the clout but to overcome your haters

You go for it or wait on it but I am not a waiter

I went to get the bag motherfucker, see you later

Reality checks make them hate on me

Feel free to hate and no motherfucking fee

Guarantee that they mad, there's the time, tick tick

You're free trail's up, now hop off my dick

The TV makes it seem once you make it out the hood

Your problems are solved

Everything seems good Niggas start to hate

Or they want to be like you

And these bummy ass hoes want a pair of new shoes

Money comes up so your worries go down

Shit can't go wrong if you got the rap crown

One day the world will say your bars are cold

Then there will be the day where your ass gets old

Now that you're the shit, tell me how it feel

To have 24K diamonds and a shiny grill

Spoiling your family, you quit your job quick

Anybody that wasn't there before can suck a dick

Not that this would ever would happen to your ass

You were low in school now you're higher than the class

You were in a downward spiral, had no money in the bank

But since you made it out it's only you and God to thank

Got a crib in your name and soul your soul for the fame

Went to different states, family got full plates

Bitches got their legs open like a fed case

As long as you got millions they will be up in yo face

Got a car, now a rising star, free drinks at the bar

Girl Scout cookies in a motherfuking jar

Guarantee that they mad, there's the time, tick tick

You're free trail's up, now hop off my dick

The TV makes it seem once you make it out the hood

Your problems are solved

Everything seems good Niggas start to hate

Or they want to be like you

And these bummy ass hoes want a pair of new shoes

Money comes up so your worries go down

Shit can't go wrong if you got the rap crown

One day the world will say your bars are cold

Then there will be the day where your ass gets old