Tables Turned
Yeah
Ayy, this a hit
Ayy, yeah, yeah
I couldn't wait for this shit to turn tables
(I just knew it was)
I couldn't wait for this shit to turn tables
(Little window of faith)
Yeah
I couldn't wait for this shit to turn tables
They wouldn't believe, but now they all want favors
Remember them long nights and all of them gun fights?
How you know it was destined for me to be greater?
Picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin' (RC Beats on the fuckin' track)
Remember stuck in the trenches on the block with no dream?
Lil' boy died and he was only 14
Now he couldn't live his life, but he done put up a fight
And the trap house dirty, but he found a way to sell clean
All a nigga ever wanted was a Rolls-Royce
He asked me, "What color?" and I told him, "Turquoise"
So you can die in these streets, told her, "It's my choice"
Before I go on a drill, all I hear is her voice
And I'm going anywhere that we go
Living life like I ain't scared to catch a RICO
And they love talkin' 'bout the night when I was sleepin' in the car
But never bring up all the souls that got repoed
I could've spent some money on some diamonds
Instead, I filled the hood up with Dracs
Since then, got a relationship with timin'
But death around the corner and I can't wait (yeah)
I couldn't wait for this shit to turn tables
They wouldn't believe, but now they all want favors
Remember them long nights and all of them gun fights?
How you know it was destined for me to be greater?
Picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Ayy, this a hit
Ayy, yeah, yeah
I couldn't wait for this shit to turn tables
(I just knew it was)
I couldn't wait for this shit to turn tables
(Little window of faith)
Yeah
I couldn't wait for this shit to turn tables
They wouldn't believe, but now they all want favors
Remember them long nights and all of them gun fights?
How you know it was destined for me to be greater?
Picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin' (RC Beats on the fuckin' track)
Remember stuck in the trenches on the block with no dream?
Lil' boy died and he was only 14
Now he couldn't live his life, but he done put up a fight
And the trap house dirty, but he found a way to sell clean
All a nigga ever wanted was a Rolls-Royce
He asked me, "What color?" and I told him, "Turquoise"
So you can die in these streets, told her, "It's my choice"
Before I go on a drill, all I hear is her voice
And I'm going anywhere that we go
Living life like I ain't scared to catch a RICO
And they love talkin' 'bout the night when I was sleepin' in the car
But never bring up all the souls that got repoed
I could've spent some money on some diamonds
Instead, I filled the hood up with Dracs
Since then, got a relationship with timin'
But death around the corner and I can't wait (yeah)
I couldn't wait for this shit to turn tables
They wouldn't believe, but now they all want favors
Remember them long nights and all of them gun fights?
How you know it was destined for me to be greater?
Picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin'
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Writer(s): Kenyanta Bullard, Ruddy Leonardo Corcino Ramirez
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