Turned Tables

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo Put me inside the coffin, bobbin' All of the other options Hoppin' cliffs in the air, regardless Some of the biggest of them they talkin' Whether the audience is present Messin' with a master from peasants It's like a lesson 'bouta be learned I swear I'm stacked up like tetris I'm aimin' The conversation's kept short Developed an itch for stirrin' Son of a bitch but earning shit For writing upon a paper, laid, and realized I utilized my big mouth It's peep what I thought From drownin' in pay But not what I bought Cause I wasn't paid Not even a 9 to 5 I need to find mo' time To get by with ma' mind To allow me to find ma' rhymes To find a piece of this brain The internet can sure drain (Disconnect disconnect disconnect) All of a sudden the money is being the motive to hold us inside of a prison Egos will clash cuz of the cash Limit the gimmick, what is it that gives it a value? Burn it to ash Couldn't believe the way they turned out, after a little dough Go slow homie In this world we don't know [Chorus] To the bums in the alleys, from the San Fernando Valley Down to LA, on Skid Row livin' badly Turned tables, feelin' unable To the bums in the alleys, from the San Fernando Valley Down to LA, on Skid Row livin' badly Turned tables, feelin' unable [Verse 2] Yo All of the money and all of honey's dip fast I'm talking like I even had that Homie I'm a tad bad I'm saving when I'm craving drinks and herb On a night shift Not a 9 to 5 but I write shit they bitin' See me with my little fan base, dropping "BOOM BAP" Got you questioning your trap raps like "How we do that?" You a trap rapper but never trap No drugs in yo' brown bag Faker than my bus pass (Hm) Not a full grown man but wise enough to know I don't know nothin' Doggy, I'm rusty And having conversations Haven't been able to keep eye contact Maybe the herb that's always making me fall back Or maybe I'm blaming it for not, being able to pinpoint My flaws, but it disappears once I get my claws on the microphone Homie, I ain't nothin' special Catch me chillin' in the streets with a 40 Let's go [Chorus] To the bums in the alleys, from the San Fernando Valley Down to LA, on Skid Row livin' badly Turned tables, feelin' unable To the bums in the alleys, from the San Fernando Valley Down to LA, on Skid Row livin' badly Turned tables, feelin' unable [Outro] To the bums in the alleys, from the San Fernando Valley Down to LA, on Skid Row livin' badly Turned tables, feelin' unable