​tpk - Reality Check lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Y'all hoes need a reality check Cause y'all filled with; disrespect TPK, it's my season! [Verse 1] Reality. It's what exists The bullsh**. It always persists In the form of an artist named Cashis Why the f** does this f** even exist? He moved from Chicago to the OC Because you sought, safety Man you talk about guns but how the f** do you use them? Cause you don't know what it means to be abused by them When people point them at you, and you don't have a clue How to fight back, how to even attack Eminem signed you when he was high And nobody cared if you die... Right then and there... No obituary will post your picture, because they don't care And motherf**er I feel scared for you Because you don't have a clue, you just a mediocre artist Thinking he can go against the hardest? What the f**? [Chorus] Y'all hoes definitely need a reality check Because y'all filled with disrespect [Verse 2] This guy named logic, he ain't got no logic He's spitting nonsense, man he needs to stop it Before his rubix cube gets tainted with blood man I live the lifestyle of a motherf**ing thug While you? You want to be black You're whack and that's an actual fact You can't be all that, you ain't got sk** Nobody f**s with you, not even the major artists Because they don't think you're the hardest Maybe that's the reason why you wear a Super Mario suit Because you got 86'd and booted... Out of the motherf**ing rap game So now your motherf**ing brain is strange and motherf**ing derranged Motherf**er give it up with this rap sh** You're making lyrics too complex that I don't even know how the f** to even understand it And stop s**ing you're own dick Nobody even understands what the f** you're saying b**h! [Chorus] Yo this hoe definately needs a reality check Because his Indian a** is filled with disrespect [Verse 3] Yo I don't see your a** at Barracudas Cause you at home masturbating to pics by Young Thugger What you don't think that sh** is gay? Your penis is erect, you're clearly gay! You try to write the most creative complex sh** possible But for you, it's impossible! Because you don't have a clear grasp of the culture You're just a vulture hawking down, how the f** am I supposed to get around With HotNewHipHop? I wish you drop I'm going to go to your sister, have a legitimate relationship Have s** with her, to spite you b**h Because you don't know me, I always exist I've seen your freestyle battles, try to be clever, you s** Your opponent beated you, and you can't even comprehend that? What the f**? You deleted your SoundCloud cause you couldn't master your sound? Trap, boom-bap. Give up all that You in Boston, that's a motherf**ing fact It's the home of hip-hop, but you don't understand Because you clearly don't give a damn Go back to India where people smell like you Becuase man, you keep drinking that Samuel Adams brew Hoping it turns you white, makes you into a delight But you're never going to get into a fight with me Because you're such a coward, unprofessional You're blocking people on Twitter who disagree with you yo Because your own opinion matters the most Stop retweeting your own posts, it makes you into a hoe Your dick, I should slice it off quick Replace it with a vagina and sh** because you just a female in disguise... Man, I hope you realize That you a piece of sh** a**hole, you don't even know What the f** I'm saying, because you don't even comprehend How the f** I even do this sh** man... I do this sh** inside of my mind, all the time And therefore, I make complicated rhymes Narsh, I hate you with my heart! I play the part, and you don't even understand What I can do to you god damn... Recognize this, it's my season b**h!