Tabletops

¡MURSDAY!
 Come on, Come on!
 Get up, Get up!
 Yeah, Yeah!
 Jump, jump!
 What up though, this ¡MURSDAY!
 Know the game wanted this in the worst way
 Like a nigga tryna fuck on the first date
 From the West Coast that's my birth place
 L.A., CA, all day I stay in Dodger blue and gray
 Do It Big Keep It Strange
 All day from the 8-1-6 to the M-I-A!
 I'm like ooohh eeee naturally
 These muhfuckas all live in a fantasy
 Schoolyard MC, no sympathy
 I got a bone to pick with they faculty
 They ain't a fan of me and my friends
 Always bangin' beats on they bench
 Wanna keep us under their lens till we burn like ants
 Cause we the chosen
 Give me that table knock
 Friends went and had babies and changed the locks
 Got a job at a desk where they slave for the checks
 And they judged me just cuz I drink a lot
 God Damn
 See me, Ima be that monster, pray for props
 Let em all have paper and race for stocks
 All I ever needed was to bang tabletops!
 Bang-Bang-Bangin' on these tabletops! Bangin, we bangin, we bangin, we bangin
 Bangin, we bangin, BANGIN' ON THESE TABLETOPS!
 Fuck all y'all it's my turn
 In the past year wanna know what I learned
 Everybody wanna be the next hot shit
 Don't nobody wanna feel that fire burn
 Don't nobody wanna work hard now
 On the internet feelin' like stars now
 But if you got funk then swing monkey
 If not then put them bars down
 Never was a popular kid, a social misfit
 I just wrote rhymes and chased bitches
 Battle any mothafucka talkin slick shit
 Chip on my shoulder size of Texas
 That's how I learned natural selection
 Skippin' class to go learn my lesson
 SP12 and MPC weapons
 All became my personal obsession
 Respect direction
 Deck the henchman
 Best invention since the next dimension
 My venom is a sentiment of sexual tension
 I bang out hard when the wenches crept in, the end
 This'll be the shit that'll keep em all down lo-pro guessin
 Got my knuckles on the table down flexin', strechin' the words till it fix my reflection
 On the verge of a nervous breakthrough
 With my crew with a magnum of grey goose
 Dodging all the haters and the fake crews
 While we take the crown out at paid dues
 I'm on Faygo and two shots
 With ¡MURSDAY! comin' up to the top
 Everybody wanna be the top dawg but ain't drug their knuckles on tabletops