Even the Odds

Lyrics
[Intro] Ayy Look at what we made Look at where we goin' Ayy [Verse 1] Everybody wanna see me stop Breaking down walls no sheetrock Hot boy steaming off top like teapots (Ayy, yeah) Y'all want smoke then get hit with a detox Coast to coast, been a pro shoot knee locks Y'all don't rap, the bars weak, those cheap shots Fuck it, I came through blazin' Call me Kanye Wes Craven Been a villain, I don't need no praisin' No cape, I don't do no savin' Ayy, shit, look what you made him Took everything, look what you gave him I don't no handouts, bitch I'ma stand outside 'til it pan out, bitch I'm a man now Pull a hundred grand out quick On your chick pic, look at how she fanned out Nyck Life's a trip, but it panned out Even with a man down Got my whole team a chip I don't need a grip I just need a flip Then flip that ten times And wе see what it get Yeah That's why I had a bone to pick Had to control thе ship So I could go legit Let's get it goin' [Chorus] Leading the charge Team full of dogs Sinkin' our teeth in 'em Rip 'em all apart Even when we was counted out Even the odds Leave it to God Even the odds [Verse 2] I got a Pocket to fill I ain't stopping until I get it poppin' for real Nyck been a problem Not of all y'all know it But soon as you do You'll be coppin' a plea Your wifey be coppin' a feel Monster, I'm plottin' to kill Make up your mind, I got options To get to I hope it upset you That nobody stoppin' me Went to the bottom and still Climbed to the top of the hill Surfing the wave And you know it get windy I'm ridin' the current And hopin' it guide me a lil' I'm following none So I be used to the feel Fuck it, I use it as fuel Wait 'til I stop and reveal Ayy, what I got up my sleeve (What I got up my sleeve), ayy Way too modest I be (Way too modest I be), ayy I would die for whatever I need (Ayy) Just look at what I bleed (Look at what I bleed, ayy) [Chorus] Leading the charge Team full of dogs Sinkin' our teeth in 'em Rip 'em all apart Even when we was counted Even the odds Leave it to God Even the odds Leading the charge Team full of dogs Sinkin' our teeth in 'em Rip 'em all apart Even when we was counted Even the odds Leave it to God Even the odds
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Credits
- Writers
- Nyck Caution
- Cushy