TABLES TURNED

All I know that time Is coming

To a point that you’ll be running

Far away so I won’t dwell

Let’s just say you’ll be In hell

All the crooked things you did

Everyone saw what you did

Need my rocket till I lock It

Have to get you off the grid

Might be busy wearing suits

Need your mouth to shove my boots

Need your hair to kill the roots

While I eat my fricking fruits

I can see your hair Is blonde

Wanna drown you In a pond

I’m not bond like James Bond

But I can be I’ll need my wand

All this time I had to be

Patient when the doctors free

Use my time to write my rhyme….

On this beat want you to see

Wanna sting you like a bee

Where’s my nest just by the tree

No more crime I’ll chase my dime….

Now I’m buzzing when I flea

Need the drop this beat Is sick

I won’t stop you thought I’d click

Wanna pop just bring It quick

To the top this ain’t no trick

Viper’s coming for you now

Can’t you tell just from the brow

Haychie’s asking Is It how?

Multitasking take a bow

Is It really worth It though?

Making profit with my dough

Cos I work It when I throw

& I serve It for the show

Jokes aside the tables turned

On the mic I have returned

Add some water to this fire

Cos this beat Is getting burned

But on the low I’ll do my thing

Confidence Is spa-rkling

All the treatments helping me….

I’m shining like a diamond ring

That’s the thing that’s keeping me

Going till the day I see

All my loved ones smile away….

I’m repping for the family tree