Reality Check Peso Peso (Ft. Z-Ro)

[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
Right now, I'm thinking 'bout my dawg behind the walls, shit fucked up
All that killing shit is all talk, you ain't done nothing
Thanking God that I ain't dead, when them niggas hit that truck up
[?] up in my [?] shit, I guess I lucked up
I keep questioning my nigga, I don't think he right
It cross my mind, everytime I go to sleep at night
I can't forget when I was broke, eating beans and rice
Them killers always call my phone, when they need advice
I know you hurt, because them niggas [?] people right
It got your stomach in a not, you can't eat at night
The one I love the most would kill me, I ain't thinking twice
[?] new whip looking like a brick, yeah, key of white
Yeah free my niggas out them cell walls, I'm still picking up jail calls
Yeah the money coming in, and I still ain't turn my scale off
I go to war with the whole city, and a lotta niggas bailed off
But when I had the rocks on me, [?] sell [?]
[?] no shirt, nigga serving on the block
Still can't believe when I found out that bro was working for the cops
I was trapping in my granny's, I was burning up her spot
He hanging with the other side, so that shit turned him to an opp
Still staying loyal to my brothers, 'cause it's only right
Shit, I remember, I was sleeping on the floor at night
Shit, I remember, I was really selling dope at night
I had to get my family straight and my homies right
I know some bitches fucking, just so they can pay they rent
He broke as hell, don't want no job, that shit make no sence
I tell my niggas how it is, I ain't faking shit
In juvenile, talking to my niggas through the vent
That nigga still ain't win [?] when his partner got [?]
You play with mine, I'm in that car, boy, I'm dropping a check
That shit get tricky, when I come and knock off half of your set
My partner switched, but I'm just happy for the reality check