Reality Check Lyrics – AC-130

Reality Check Lyrics by AC-130

’cause i came from the south
Oi, oi
Davinci
Ay, say…

Ye don’t know, what’s the story boy
This is dublin, hahaha
Back then didn’t have no money, didn’t have no bread, didn’t have no stacks
Uh, back then i lacked, yo, i couldn’t sell that pack

On the back rows, good, and the p#ss# packager handy met in the alley
Oh, just tryna sell that batch, late night had to serve my cat
Back then didn’t have no money, didn’t have no bread, didn’t have no stacks
Uh, back then i lacked, yo, i couldn’t sell that pack

On the back rows, good, and the p#ss# packager handy met in the alley
Oh, i was tryna sell that batch, late night had to serve my cat
This is dublin, money keeps doublin’, y’all got the pack in straight from the crumlin
If he stunt, i’ma have to hunt him, yeah we’ll have to rush him down, kilrush him

That day those beef with cousins, bro, he buzzed and left a precaution
But no seconds to spare for discussion, in his eyes saw tears, no onion
What’s with the accent? you’re not from london, better check my bro, it’s dublin
Pack came in, got scared to deport it

Saint jim was a faded c#nt and why’d he desert for a chat for stuntin’
I gange and the swift goin’ dustin, elephant zoo, have your headtop bubblin’
He got caught now he’s caught in the pawn
He shouldn’t have lacked, he should’ve just focused

He was high in the sky from potent, he was smokin’, one lad was floatin’
Walk to the beat like hocus pocus, i know magic and they don’t know this
Just like drake i use the controller, fake skill, done that through a boner
Late night, made a flip man, roll it, i don’t look nice but it is what it is

Some p#ss# i use, can’t use that fist, ay
Ah sh#t, haven’t took no risk
Pack came in, broke it down, no biscuit
They see, oh they call me a misfit, i got vision, i see you’re vivid

That day i got nicked, good riddance
At the spot, mcfee with the kitten
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Uh, back then i lacked, yo, i couldn’t sell that pack

On the back rows, good, and the p#ss# packager handy met in the alley
Oh, just tryna sell that batch, late night had to serve my cat
Back then didn’t have no money, didn’t have no bread, didn’t have no stacks
Uh, back then i lacked, yo, i couldn’t sell that pack

On the back rows, good, and the p#ss# packager handy met in the alley
Oh, i was tryna sell that batch, late night had to serve my cat
This is dublin, money keeps doublin’, y’all got the pack in straight from the crumlin
If he stunt, i’ma have to hunt him, yeah we’ll have to rush him down, kilrush him

That day those beef with cousins, bro, he buzzed and left a precaution
But no seconds to spare for discussion, in his eyes saw tears, no onion
What’s with the accent? you’re not from london, better check my bro, it’s dublin
Pack came in, got scared to deport it

Saint jim was a faded c#nt and why’d he desert for a chat for stuntin’
I gange and the swift goin’ dustin, elephant zoo, have your headtop bubblin’, ay
Have your headtop
You don’t know, ay

See you later pal
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AC-130 Lyrics – Reality Check

AC-130

Reality Check