Critical - Reality Check lyrics

(Intro: Critical) Yeaahh! (uhhh) Im Back on My sh** n***a, these n***as Need a reality check (uhhh) Swag Boy, King Boy, Wat up Matt Ocean Sate n***a, these n***as need a reality check (uhhh) (Verse 1: Critical) Lyrical shots and blood cash, I keep a corrupt stash, and those Who fall victim to the game crash, progress fast, ask, nice guys Finish last, destroy all barriers and then they collaspe, what the Hell is competition rappers been fake, I take a sh** on em', wipe My a** with they mixtape, you don't even get cake frontin' like you Stackin' paper, im outtie hater, jealous you know my style is greater Lyrics leave a mile crater for an obsivator critics they can s** my Dick and leave here with a sour flavor, the number shaver money maker Stack doe for acres, im on my chris brown sh** my whole team is takers You mother f**as fakers, you can't change his, it only takes a hot beat And hook to make it famous, hip hop is dead but see me I ain't selling Out, I wanna be the one you look up to and tell about (Chorus: Critical) Its My time and I came to sweat, n***a place your bets, my pride I Protect, won't take nothing less, I do it for respect, but these b**h n***as need a reality check (yeaahh!) x2 (Verse 2: Critical) Re-ality check on deck now whos next? to step up to the plate and get wet (uhhh) Im on the loose now, thats the truth I see it hurts, how these n***as Gettin' deals but can't write a decent verse? these n***as need a herse Presidents I bring home, every track is crack so relax this ain't no ringtone Nah n***a you trippin', you insain ain't you? you n***as must of got me twisted Like A sprained ankle, pockets on kankle, fat like oprah, sick, have a n***a coughin Like a heavy smoker, n***a your run is over runnin' sh** like im Hova, in the booth Im making hits, the rap sammy sosa (Yeaahh) I never Stop the heat comin', the beefs Nothin', come through smooth he duckin', (uhhh) lookin' at me like you need somethin' I'll speed bump em', slow him down now he sufferin' (Chorus) (Verse 3: Critical) I step in the booth and n***as ain't sayin' sh**, catch me on my grind or at the crib 2k'n it, rap is my life like I already said man, without hip hop see, I would be a Dead man, but I ain't dead man hungry for the bread and, keep it real at all cost never Talk to feds man, other n***as sell out for a platinum plaque, im not your average rap Full speed to where the cabbage at, once I see that oppritunity im grabbing that, a animal But don't come steppin' in my habitat, real talk that's where you get your a** ripped at Flippin' like a acrobat, n***a where your casket at? (uhhh) Mr C's back with a vengeance King sh**, roll out the red carpet for my entrance, (yeahh) better protect your self from Infection, and I got more bars then cell phone reception