Reality Check (feat. Black Thought)

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I'm having trouble at the crib

I'm going at it with my baby mother where I live

While the soldiers bleed

The economy recede

And all she wanna watch is reality TV

Went from a surreal life to strange love, some behavior, I couldn't figure the flavor

Drive by the charm school

Where she fell in love with New York

And love money, that's what I'm not made of

I bought a membership to the Celebrity Fit Club

To see if I could stand a real chance with this love

It don't make sense

The way she tried to turn a G to a gent

But need tough love, don't get it mixed up

I was one of them wild boys

Shooting for seizmore

She was a little live jawn, watching The Osbournes

The best week ever

Had her going for broke like Eddie Griffin

Or Danny Bonaduce

But no she never listen

When I drop a Super Sweet 16

Day dreaming of becoming Miss Rap Supreme

Or maybe the band will bring your guns out

Sing your lungs out

Move out daddy's girls out of Run's House

But that's against all odds

Pick apart and might come and try to flip out your house

Real as Real Housewife's of Atlanta

Yeah, it's real outside

Ending like an episode of college hill outside

Whether it be for the love of the payday

Or the love of trying to have a baby for Ray J

The most modest model on Project Runway

She want to be Kimora living life in the fab lane

And change her last name

And since Gotti's way was passe

She watch Salt-N-Pepa and celeb rehab day

That's all she talk about at the cafe

I swear to God it drove me to drink about half a carafe, hey

My head so spinning

I'm so through with women

Who watch reruns of the Real World with dinner

And Kim Kardashian moms and Bruce Jenner

And Three 6 Mafia show and Jerry Springer

Scott Baio 46 and knocked up

I'd rather see The First 48 or Locked Up

Instead it's just a Nanny 911

I'm Trading Spouses

Extreme Makeover, she rearranged the couches

Now, she keep changing outfits

I'm about to have to get at Dr. Phil to do something about this

The house not fresh

She not Top Chef

I tell her Viva La Bam, she tell me not yet

Watching Cribs

Looking at shit never gonna get

America's Best Dance Crews, she trying to do the steps

About to do her like Beyonce and tell her to the left

Truth be told, she about to television me to death

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