Against All Odds

It's a million motherfuckers out there that support this raw shit

It's slaughter house shit

All the time I'm thinking

Hoping my true motherfuckers know

That the house gang will never fall, never fall!

Against all odds I'm in my studio getting blow

The rap niggas is all I saw!

How I end up here?

Got the blueprint for Biggie and Ozz

Ghetto niggas go and pack them like the 50s and jazz

It's against all odds, should have been a gift shop broads

New niggas out here dressing like Nickie Minaj

Selling their soul to make it wealthy

Wearing women shirts on, and denim skirts on

Instagram taking selfies

I celebrate the minute you die

And I'll be here after the firework (5th of July!)

Here lies a fictional writer, considered a liar

Always rapping about trapping,

Or what an actress did on the wire

Then they ask me why I'm rapping like a killer for higher

Some niggas lock my homies in a trunk,

And lead it on fire!

You can hear my life pain in the way I spit

They don't give a fuck if a DJ play my shit

I like my shit, put it in the club!

Hide my shit, I write my shit, real niggas recite my shit

In their labour they owe me, that ain't no least agreement

Please believe it, I got you on your knees and screaming

Looking like you're in a navy with a cold

Cause their dick so far up your ass, hoe!

You sneeze and see me

Then they put you on a single with the same niggas

On man, you're just a bunch of lame niggas, yeah!

You're hot now, but holler with a shit ass

If I don't feel the music, I ain't rapping with your bitch ass!

And I bet I still won't come around broke

Riffles spitting hollow tits right of this hundred round broke

When I'm barely six feet deep, coping internal shit

And all makes sense, I'll be the underground go nigga.

Syllable king, lyrical drink, niggas be like typical means

I'm killing your dreams!

Pop you in your bed dosing

My shooters come out the closet quick as Frank Ocean

Got you! I'm looking at these lyric system them all

I'm taking you niggas to lyrical training

You ain't in my leaning

I'm giving a fuck if you think you're a star

The bigger they are, the harder they fall

I slip when I set the Apocalypse off!

Shots kill it off, your life will get off

And it will be your own fault

Remember you're on road

Like a bitch with a dildo, you're digging your own hoe!

West Coast, my kingdom is there!

I've been underground for years

You think I would care

Cause main stream

You'll be counting with one hand

Still have a middle finger to spare

Fuck 'em! I ain't hating, I'm just telling the truth

When I see a real MC, I tell them,