Reality Shows

[Verse 1]
I could do whatever now
Tell me who gon' stop me
I'm to real one hundred I'm too cocky
Niggas nowadays can't wait to try and stop me
Niggas nowadays can't wait to try and block me
But I'm like Jordan when it's playoff off time
Coach draw up the play but the shot all mine
I even get the bounce when my shot off line
So much the competition just quit tryin'
(uhhh)
Look around muthafucka
It sucks to be you when you face that dude
M to the A to the L-E-K
The fadeaway like Jordan shot back in day
The flow C-R-A-Z-Y like Jay
Back in the day nine six nine eight
(uhhh)
The boy great the flow like steak
A Dot Leek this belong in a crate
(ayyyye)

[Hook]
Dot Leek this belong in a crate
Fuck what they say do whatever it takes
Fuck the TV and reality shows
You gotta show'em how reality go

Dot Leek this belong in a crate
So if you gon do it, do whatever it takes
Fuck the TV and reality shows
You gotta show'em how reality go

[Verse 2]
I'm on a roll now
In control now
I gave u niggas the lowdown
It's a dirty shame how
I gets busy
Real siddity
When it comes to gettin' jiggy on a track like Biggie
I'M TOO HOT!!
PUN and 2PAC!!
No pun intended for who we all offended
My intent is to brag and boast, till it earn me house, acre, mule and boat
I scope out the game from afar and lames
Can't help but to rap, act and sound the same
I got a sound sane niggas keep trying to tame
On the block niggas tryna keep Shaq contained
It's Dot Leek Oneal
Told you I got skills
On the real
Leek is the real deal
I appeal to the masses
Now they hanging up banners in the rafters

[Hook 2]
Dot Leek this belong in a crate
Fuck what they say do whatever it takes
Fuck the TV and reality shows
You gotta show'em how reality go

Dot Leek this belong in a crate
So if you gon do it, do whatever it takes
Fuck the TV and reality shows
You gotta show'em how reality go

[Verse 3]
Now I ride around slow
Top let back wit the beat down low
Wit the seat way
Laid back in a lac, getting head from a pro, I dont know how to act
YOU KNOW!!
Girls love me like John Snow
Black bubble coat chillen lookin' like a crow
What i spit like blow
I spit what u get the in the Caribbean from Bolivians
(uuuh)
I'm just listening in
I'm not here pretend
Nor here make amends
So like, tree lines, I beeline to the top leavin' no stone unturned brick or a rock
IT'S ME!!
Dot leek from the D.M.V in D.C. in a B-M
Holla when you see him
Ridi'g thru with the crew wit me
Lord KNOWS!!
Ain't nobody new wit me

[Hook 3]
Dot Leek this belong in a crate
Fuck what they say do whatever it takes
Fuck the TV and reality shows
You gotta show'em how reality go

Dot Leek this belong in a crate
So if you gon do it, do whatever it takes
Fuck the TV and reality shows
You gotta show'em how reality go