Reality Check, Pt. 2

What it be like nigga

Baby I see you nigga

Weezy I see you too nigga

Ya'll know what's up with me just like I know what's up wit ya'll

Ya'll been through me just like I've been through ya'll nigga

So you know I'm bout to check that ass

Gotta check that ass

I know you trying to feel where I've been

Laid back, ducked off, paper chasing

Ducking, dodging the pen

On the road trying to make it shake

Rap hustlin' from state to state

I got cheddar to make

Also got cash for days

Pies to push, blocks to move

Coke to sell 36 ounces for 22

And I still got the block in me

Glock with me, feds post up watching me

Me and my clique got a shop

Bust the game wide open

Once it was down man you know we had to hold it

All of the sudden niggaz head's start swelling

Money, fame, and power turn niggaz heads to melons

Mo money, mo feddy, mo niggaz got greedy

Knowing I'ma piece of the puzzle that's needed

How you gone not break bread with B. Geezy?

Break bread with B. Geezy

You don't want me to shine nigga

That's why ya'll niggaz is jive niggaz

Nothing but pretty-fine niggaz

Don't make me grab that iron nigga

Put it between ya eyes nigga

Bring you on that dark side nigga

Wayne you know you was mine nigga

Way before Baby or Rabbit

Nigga, B. Gizzle was yo' daddy

You know I'll do you something nasty

Leave your motherfuckin brains on the dash board of that G-Wagon

It's bout to get ugly

You pushed me to this point nigga

Now you bout to get burnt nigga

I'ma paint the real picture - bitch nigga

You know Geezy was the G'est in the clique nigga

Remember I used to come and getcha

You remember begging Miss Cita to let me baby sit ya

Dog your under me

Your whole life you studied me

Tryin to be one of me

You ain't ready Dwayne Carter

You let Baby put cables on you

You a fish in shark infested water

I feel sorry for your daughter

Look what she's got