[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)