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reality check - rapboat lyrics

[chorus: rapboat & wealthmasta]
i think these losers need a reality check
compared to me you’re really just a speck
you wanna run it then i’m like aight bet
when you get whooped you better not fret
man f*ck these hoes, go ahead and cry more
all these gimmicks that i ain’t got no time for
yeah i think these losers need a reality check
compared to me you’re really just a speck
you wanna run it then i’m like aight bet
when you gеt whooped you better not frеt

[verse 1: rapboat]
oh, here we f*cking go again
all this f*cking bullsh*t, when will it end
you f*cking idiots who couldn’t spot brilliance
if it f*cked you in the ass and stripped away your resilience
it’s f*cking laughable how you lot think you can just waltz in
with your pathetic little criticisms, and start bossin
as if your opinions matter
as if your worthless, brain*dead chatter
means jack sh*t to me
but, of course, you keep pushing, yes indeed
you keep piling on your useless, asinine garbage
like i’m some f*cking dumping garage
for all your pent*up frustrations and pathetic insecurities
it’s f*cking astounding how you people have the audacity
to think you’re even remotely capable
of holding a candle to me, like your stupidity ain’t escapable
but no, instead of bowing down in awe
you assh0l*s would rather moan which makes me yawn
an insignificant little sh*t describes you
do you even hear yourself, you f*cking fool
do you even f*cking comprehend the trite sh*t
that spews out of your mouths like a sewer pipe, b*tch?
[chorus: rapboat & wealthmasta]
i think these losers need a reality check
compared to me you’re really just a speck
you wanna run it then i’m like aight bet
when you get whooped you better not fret
man f*ck these hoes, go ahead and cry more
all these gimmicks that i ain’t got no time for
yeah i think these losers need a reality check
compared to me you’re really just a speck
you wanna run it then i’m like aight bet
when you get whooped you better not fret

[verse 2: wealthmasta]
they be testin my stuff, i couldn’t give less of a f*ck
but one wrong move and those morons will be left in the dust
because i know d*mn well when i’ve been messed with enough
i’m sick of this sh*t so you know they getting it rough
one quick observation shows that we’re not alike
you try to rap that hard sh*t i just rap what’s on my mind
everything i spit is a hundred percent authentic
you’re a poser, when i said i was above all you pests, i meant it
cause my acrobatics always leave the enemy dismayed
make it rain at the strip club while they watch pennies flip away
i make more than their life savings on any given day
these losers livin like bums while i got plenty bills to make
cause i got the guap in tow, stackin chips like a nacho bowl
guacamole and salsa, osama won’t match this hotness bro
unstoppable with all these flows, on the roll like a taco yo
i’m coppin’ dough in my pockets so i’m at the top y’know
these b*tches attemptin to hurt me by asking questions that stir me
tryna stress and subvert me, but i address that sh*t surely
then i wreck em all thouroughly, when i grab my weapons they scurry
beggin for mercy, screamin “wealth please don’t hurt me!”
yeah, i violate this sh*t the way i annihilate this sh*t
i’m never gonna back down, i like those major wins
i decimate and devastate cause i’m never sympathetic
with the pathetic b*tch i cut and let the message stick the medic
i do this sh*t on the regular shreddin you stupid redditors
always raisin the temperature, say you better i’m betterer
never letting a lesser competitor step in my sector
but i’m always ready to wreck these motherf*ckin hecklers
[chorus: rapboat & wealthmasta]
i think these losers need a reality check
compared to me you’re really just a speck
you wanna run it then i’m like aight bet
when you get whooped you better not fret
man f*ck these hoes, go ahead and cry more
all these gimmicks that i ain’t got no time for
yeah i think these losers need a reality check
compared to me you’re really just a speck
you wanna run it then i’m like aight bet
when you get whooped you better not fret

[outro: rapboat]
f*ck your critiques, f*ck your opinions, f*ck all of you

- rapboat lyrics

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