Reality Check (ft. Tenor Fly)

This how the rude boy talk,
tThis how the rude boy talk woy woy
This how the rude boy talk
This how the ghetto man talk this how the ghetto man talk woy woy
This how the ghetto man

YO!

Just come from court house never get no bail
Because the judge wants to send me back to jail
Me said "no no your Honour you must be mad
So you a run this courthouse like union card"

First they wanna beat me up
Then they wanna stitch me up
Can we go a station now,
The police wanna lock me up
Why they wanna fe lock me up
Sure dem boy wanna sober up
Then they wan na see me make money don't want me
pocket brock

Brock fuck here comes the na fuck truck
T he na fuck truck what love lock people up
Oh fuck here comes the na fuck truck
The na fuck truck what loves lock people up
This how the rude boy talk, this how the rude boy talk woy woy
This how the rude boy talk
This how the ghetto man talk this how the ghetto man talk woy woy
This how the ghetto man
Me don't like no Babylon, no police or no cop
Every time they come around they want stitch we up
Some of them slim and some of them fat and
Some of them white and some of them black

"Hands up don't move, me say go inna da truck"

When we go inna da truck they fling on the handcuffs
"
Hands up don't move me say go inna da truck"
When we go inna da truck they start their rough stuff
That's why me don't like no Babylon, no police or no cop
First they wanna beat me up
Then they wanna stitch me up
Can we go a station now,
The police wanna lock me up
Why they wanna fe
lock me up
Sure dem
boy wanna sober up

Then they wanna see me make money don't want me pocket brock
Brock fuck here comes the na fuck truck
The na fuck truck what love lock people up
Oh fuck here comes the na fuck truck
The na fuck truck what loves lock people up

This how the rude boy talk,this how the rude boy talk woy woy
This how the rude boy talk
This how the ghetto man talk this how the ghetto man talk woy woy
This how the ghetto man

When the judge he sentence me I felt it like a curse
And they can't even tell me me what a pound of weed is worth
He wanna send me back to the hole
But what about my side that has never been told
But when I see through those lies
I'm going to burn my Ganja pipe
First they wanna beat me up
Then they wanna stitch me up
Can we go a station now,
The police wanna lock me up
Why they wanna fe lock me up
Sure dem boy wanna sober up
Then they wanna see me make money don't want me
pocket brock
Brock fuck here comes the na fuck truck
The na fuck
truck what love lock people up
Oh fuck here comes the na fuck truck
The na fuck truck what loves lock people up
This how the rude boy talk,this how the rude boy talk woy woy
This how the rude boy talk
This
how the ghetto man talk this how the ghetto man talk woy woy
This how the ghetto man