Against All Odds Lyrics - Singles - Crooked I

[Intro] 

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

This Slaughterhouse shit 

All the time I'm thinking... 

[Hook] 

Hoping my true motherfuckers know 

That the House Gang will never fold 

Against all odds 

I'm in my studio getting blown 

Watching rap niggas sell their soul 

[Verse 1] 

How did we end up here? 

Got the Blueprint from Biggie and Nas 

Ghetto niggas going platinum like the 50's and Jas 

It's against all odds 

Should it be against your prize 

New niggas out here dressing like Nicki Minaj 

Selling their soul to make it wealthy 

Wearing women shirts 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 and what actors did on the wire 

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

Some niggas locked my homie in a truck and lit it on fire 

You can I hear my life's pain in the way I spit 

Think I give a fuck if a DJ play my shit? 

Or like my shit, put in a club, hype my shit 

Or write my shit? Real niggas recite my shit 

And your label they own you, that ain't no lease agreement 

Please believe it, got you on your knees and screaming 

Looking like you in the navy with a cove 

Cause they dicks so far up your asshole you're sneezing semen 

Then they put you on a single with the same niggas 

On other singles man ya'll just a bunch of lame niggas 

You're hot now but how long will the shit last 

If I don't feel your music I ain't rapping with your bitch ass (no) 

And I bet I still won't come around broke 

Rifles spitting hollow tips right out of his hundred round throat 

When I'm buried six feet deep, counting eternal sheep 

It'll all make sense, I'll be the underground GOAT nigga 

Syllable king, lyrical dream, niggas be like typical memes 

I'm killing your dreams, pop you in your bed dozing 

My shooters come out the closet quick as Frank Ocean (Got ya) 

I'm the illest lyricist of them all 

I'm taking you niggas through lyrical training you ain't in my lane and 

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

The bigger they are the harder they fall 

I slip in a clip and I set the apocalypse off 

Shots can lick off, your life'll get lost 

And it'll be your own fault, remember your own role 

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

West Coast, my kingdom is there 

I'vebeen underground for years, you think I would care 

Cause mainstream artists with bars who can count on 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 'em salute 

Against all odds... 

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