Self-Provoked - Turned Tables lyrics
[Self-Provoked - Turned Tables lyrics]
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
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
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
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
To the bums in the alleys
From the San Fernando Valley
Down to LA, on Skid Row livin’ badly
Turned tables, feelin’ unable
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
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
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
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
To the bums in the alleys
From the San Fernando Valley
Down to LA, on Skid Row livin’ badly
Turned tables, feelin’ unable