Lyrics Reality Check - Wunda
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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