Reality Check - Skeme

I had to come up with something new

I had to come up with something

I had to pull my bed, to what I found

Out Niggas, The sun

I got a separate blue & green High A’s

Counting this money

I gotta shit on niggas acting

Way too too geek, cause you ain’t but nothing

This shit right here is the real thing

Real real real really really real thing

Not so much luck, but skill a thing

Diamonds dancing on me like a drill team

This shit right here is the real thing

Real real real really really real thing

Triple cupped up trill thing

Fuck chilling we chasing the middle thing

I was on 10 as teen sipping 16

Bitch I don’t get sick I sip lean

It is either a lover nigga or you a hater

Because baby ain’t no one between

Euro machine pull a murder the scene

How about that bitch clean as whistle

Carbine 15 those you misses

But you go swear up and down

That’s what it was when it hits you

Classes, Sessions boy your seat where i sit

You know dissing all the rappers get his dismissals

No days off, I Don’t need a substitute you will recognize

Well I am real, now we ask who the fuck is you?

You look so unfamiliar not familiar

All I know is gangsta, strip, flocks, dealers

I am different, my sand boxes full of killers

Banana Clipse make a chimp out of gorilla

Trill, ain’t the lie script La familia

At this point, ain't no one body I can feel

Say If ain’t no cash in it, fuck the conversation

I prey on these verses

Touch me i am just waiting

Diamonds twerking on my wrist

I am the shit ain’t no second chances

Once I run through this clip

Young niggas straight from the slums like go Play with you

Nothing like you catch every beat from the drum