Young Pressure - The Tables Have Turned

Give me my money the tables have turned wanting so much
That I'm able to burn stacking up bodies to lay on the curb
You a fuck boy that's never gon change that is if only you
Stay here to learn pimping her out than I'm dicking her down
Now I'm grown up ain't no kidding around fuck it so what
You a trick and a clown keeping em waiting like sit in a lounge
Making my cash and you get an allowance me and this rapping
Have different of talents bitting my shit but I bit all the
Sounding bitch I been dripping I'm sipping the fountain
Underwater I'm living drowning too high I'ma get in balance
Fuck the pussy then I'm dipping out
Like whatcha you know you a lil bitch I'm like Lil Wayne
Where the ceiling is you a dummy ventriloquist working
Working from six to six rappers like let me steal this shit
I don't care I'm like Chris Tucker on Friday fuck the plug
Go my way OG since MySpace only even if it get five plays
I know I'm hot like fry plates fuck with me just try wait
Funny how I strive hate them fuck they mouth with dry
Paste think about what y'all said before y'all dead and go
Up like fly planes mother fuckers give me migraine but
They the ones I blame that put the blood on my stains
Don't ask if I'ma change don't ask I'ma change that's for me
For tell I'm bipolar till I'm over
Give me my money the tables have turned wanting so much
That I'm able to burn stacking up bodies to lay on the curb
You a fuck boy that's never gon change that is if only you
Stay here to learn pimping her out than I'm dicking her down
Now I'm grown up ain't no kidding around fuck it so what
You a trick and a clown keeping em waiting like sit in a lounge
Making my cash and you get an allowance me and this rapping
Have different of talents bitting my shit but I bit all the
Sounding bitch I been dripping I'm sipping the fountain
Underwater I'm living drowning too high I'ma get in balance
Fuck the pussy then I'm dipping out
Don't try me or my team red beams right to ya eyes like Vizine
Was a punk but now I'm bucked up tryna put me down I'm
Knowing what's up I'm too clean y'all dump trucks I do me stay
On my path overnight panic attacks ain't bout to stop what's on
My tracks momma know that you best for you I would take a
Bullet right through my fucking chest what you've done I can't
Repay hope I'm the son that you wanted I'm only here to impress
Money's coming that's been next don't worry I see stress feel
Same and these pills take the pain away my motivations my
Darkness my heart hurts don't stay away

Written by:
Tyler Tucker

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