reality check

shit nigga I'm a wigga pull up to your house and I'll get ya I'm the real shit run your mouth and you'll get hit I admit I'm crazy my minds a bit spacey at least I'm not lazy hell I'm psychotic it must be all the narcotics giving me the flow to be hypnotic my rhymes are real keep them in a vault with a government seal I eat fuckers like you for a meal I'm sorry did I hit you in the feels because my words reveal the real you help how does it feel to be number two hope you brought your cash cuz your rents past due so get out fuck you