Fredo - Tables Turn lyrics

[Verse] Good weed and bad girls man I’m calling that a setting 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 my second grind But my life is getting hectic, never get the time And shout my mum Wrote them letters when I went to jail everytime 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 bought 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 sim 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 phone, 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 n***as still snitching it ain’t right what you did We all want money, that’s the meaning of life I gotta watcht the older n***as cos 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, guesss I’m needing some wipes Her p**y’s tight still, I ain’t sleeping the night I’ve gyal eat the pie and try 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 rest for the wicked, catch me stretching this midget And way before shows we were selling them tickets Gave bro a couple grams at the end of the visit You won’t believe the profit if you, sell it in prison