Reality Check Video (MV)

I like to flex every bit of my life
I only attend the top institutions
Don't insult me I don't go to the Zoo
I'm too f*cking smart
My boy is you stupid
Constantly hooping
Backwoods I'm zooted
Been stuck in my sleep but I never broke lucid
My gang with me goofing
No fort but I'm looting
I talk all this shit
Cuz I know you won't do shit
Woo
All of you rappers are fruits
Yeah
Bigger than you I'm obtuse
Ah
Texted the plug I'm en route
What
You know I'm true to my roots
I take em to school
Got no need to shoot
Might hit the Met Gala in ganja print suit
The girl of your dreams to me isn't cute
Supernatural
My word's absolute
I don't recommend that you meet me outside
I protect the paint
But you know I'm a shooter
All yo possessions and feelings are empty
I preach the heart sutra
Like I'm f*cking Buddha
My wisdom ELITE
Your brain is disheveled
I'm no ASAP Ferg
But I'm on a new level
There's only two choices in life
I should tell em
You love DYG
Or you worship the devil

I want it all but I know
It's not promised to me
Dripping in sauce bitch
I'm coming out clean
You never gonna touch
DY or G cuz if you do
You gonna have a problem with me
I know I'm the one
I know I'm a beast
I think I'm the greatest
I think I'm the greatest
Just dropped one song
Put me on God's playlist
You must not have heard
I think I'm the greatest
I only ball for percentage
Ultralight Beam
Shining round my necklace
I'm putting in work
All day and all night
This blunt be putting up a fight
Rapping 'till my esophagus hurts
And then my brain hit a growth spurt
So I think ill disperse

This f*cking DYG
Yeah you tryna smoke with me
Lew roll up the Backwoods please
Yeah I want my eyes to bleed
My eyes to bleed
My eyes to bleed
Always smoking on that fire tree
But we call it George yeet
That's why my name's Georgie
Scream it loud aye Georgie
Why the f*ck are you a horsie
I'll tell u are u ready?
Set
Yah
Georgie
That's me
Obvi, yuh yeet
Dyg, gang shit
Do it on the daily
Georgie, that's me
Hanging with the horsies
Ripping motherf*cking
Thousand Dollar Illys

Grandparents never held a band
Now look at me
In the Benz
Shit's super sad
Got me down bad
I don't like to talk
Like I like to rap
I kill the beat
Like it's talking smack
And I feel the heat
Like I'm shooting gats
Move in the streets
No cap
With Beast coast
And toe taps
Man ain't that weird
I don't give a crap
Cuz I'm bumping Ransom
While I'm getting head
Baby don't you cancel
You'll be better off dead
Cuz I got large straps
With big lead
So I sip drinks
And down boils
F*ck your clique
And f*ck a hoe
You won't do shit
Except the snow
Cuz
I gotta couple of clips
Yeah
I gotta a couple of whips
Yeah
The gang on the run
We looking for fun
Got bullet proof vest
Cuz I'm flexing my gut
F*cking a bitch
Busting a nut
Aim down my sight
I won't miss never bluff
Man,
We want all the smoke
But this rap game is tough
Freshman team with no flow
Like enough is enough
But all we can do is make hits
Like f*ck
We talk shit
We stack chedder
We chilling like yeah