Tables Turn

Good weed and bad girls man I'm calling that a setting

A couple man switched, but I'm calling that a lesson

It's all good g you see I'm touring while you're stressing

Coat cost a car, I can't afford another sentence

And you can ask around we had to live this shit

Bout to go and flip this brick, and go and take a business trip

You say you're trapping hard, nobody's ever witnessed it

The APs on my wrist that used to sleep in whips and shit

Treat the coke just like some cake mix how I'm whisking it

Love my freedom so I ask myself still why I'm risking it

Guess it's life and my brudda's due to get a 5

True he's on his second strike

This shows are on my 7 coke it's on my second line

She's been hatting 90 minutes, we're in extra time

And I got bricks but my pebble line's me second grind

But my life is getting hectic, never get the time

And shout my mum

Wrote them letters when I went to jail every time

And every school I went to gave up, bro they never tried

And I can't even blame them, I was selling weed when it was lesson time

When I met Charlie, she showed me a better life

And you never know what's next, in this life full of sin

All I ever wanted was my Lyca to ring

Calm then I switch like I'm fighting within

Need a break, I'm bout to take a flight with my ting

Yeah I'm rhyming and ting

But I still back my  nank out and slide it in him

Ain't going back, no more hiding my sin

I'm fighting in gym, wasting time on the wing

Next week, might put 5 on my ring

GDotz my pendant, that's right for a king

They bagged bro's pone, so I'm writing to him

He caught 5 years, putting rice in the cling

Now he's up in Wano and there's mice on the wing

**** still snitching it ain't right what you did

We all want money, that's the meaning of life

I gotta watch the older **** 'cause I'm beating their price

Raw coke on the block, I ain't deetsed in my life

This coke ain't tryna lock, I'm needing some ice

She's horny, she said I'm what she needs in her life

So when I link her,  guess I'm needing some wipes

Her pussy's tight still, I ain't sleeping in the night

I've had gyal eat the pie, then try to be the wife

Let me speak in the mic, bro these streets are my life

And I'm chasing my dreams, ain't been sleeping at night

There's no wrest for the wicked, catch me stretching this midget

And way before shows we were selling them ticket

Gave bro a couple grams at the end of the visit

You won't believe the profit if you sell it in prison