Tables

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I ain't got a clue what I gotta prove, but I gotta move, gotta do what I gotta do
Got a lot of views what we do when you want a Blue
Peter badge and a couple of balloons
Fucking buffoons, fucking with who? (Me?!)
Better check who you're running it to
Cos when you're, on your ones and I run into you
And I don't give a fuck if its one in the two
I'm fucking you up, let's all get fucked for fun
Picture everyday nothing to do, stuck in a loop
Tooting a zoot, a couple of youts
Good God, look what could come from
The hood I'm from, slept on, stepped on
Came back from the dead with my creps on
And I kept on, picked up where I left off
Me against them they can die from a headshot
Came back to the ends with a headtop
Wasteman don't wanna send direct shots
But I will, nothing's real about reals
You man don't know how real man feels
When a real man war you get real man killed
"'Ay what happened to reals?" "Phil, man, still"
And come back with your dead reply
Just after that promise you don't mention Mic
You lost, you want the hype, I don't blame you son
You can't see outside you're drunk (Ay!)
I can see why you're crying
Jesus Christ you're fighting the same machine that we despise
The same machine that I was nearly beaten by
We should be on the same side
It's a shame your mind doesn't expand the same as mine
You keep on lying, you tweet the crime
Why does everybody wanna keep me quiet
I've been hushed my whole life, can I speak my mind?

[Hook]
Ain't it funny how the tables turn? x2

[Verse 2]
Can someone please get me a dressing room with a decent rider
And some pizza, don't be surprised I'm a diva
Bullshit, I'm a good geezer
Beat a pair of beer in the freezer
As long as everybody eats I'm knees-up
Knocking on your door like "please sir"
No food for the family and we need some
You ain't giving it up then we ain't giving a fuck
We're coming in like its free lunch
Alright, somebody gonna get a bollocking
Somebody talk to Rocky what is wrong with him
He's kicking off with everyone who wants again
Alright, I've had enough of this
Everyone's a killer on the internet
There's a little liar living in your head
Everybody panicking because I'm back
Once again, I'm on 110
I wanna remember, don't wanna forget
I want this forever, I'm wanted by feds
I'm wanted by girls off the block and my ends
We hollering if you ain't bringing ME one of your friends
(Take 'em to the ends)
Look at that broke boy, plus one of them
In every other ends there's another one of them
Fuck a politician can't trust one of them
Kick a man in country might fuck shit again
Yeah man's back to fuck shit again
Man wanna chat shit tough shit again
Man go slapstick and bust it at them
Bust that outside number 10

[Hook]
Ain't it funny how the tables turn (x4)