Juve falls a couple times on this album with the mediocre “Keep Talkin’” where he is out-spit by guest emcee Redd Eyezz and “Animal” mostly because of lines like this where he likens himself to a drug addict: “Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot/I be in every hood, see I knows the block”. He quickly recovers with bangers like the Pall Wall and Mike Jones laced, and Hova sampled “Way I Be Leanin’,” perfect for them sweaty, southern drives in neon-lit, righteously-tipped, candy-colored Caddies. Also deserving of an honorable mention are “Rock Like That” featuring Bun B and the Scott Storch-produced “Sets Go Up.”

It wouldn’t be a Juvenile album without the “Slow Motion"-esque usual pledging of allegiance to the brown round, and he doesn’t disappoint his loyal fans with standard ass-anthem “Who’s Ya Daddy" to accompany his Cool and Dre-produced single “Rodeo.”

Overall, Reality Check makes us remember why we loved Juve in the Solja Rags and 400 Degree’s days. Though Juvenile has never been the artist to watch content-wise, and his main concerns (hustling and women), never really change, his work is always respectable because his entertainment value and signature flow keep him poppin’. But Juvenile has certainly had to do his share of rebuilding as of late. The high of finding a new musical home in Atlantic combined with the low of having to reconstruct his actual home in New Orleans has caused a maturation that does show in some spots of this LP. In what is arguably his best album to date, we ain’t mad at Juve’s post-Cash Money swag.