My Odds

Just let Lo school ya, I can teach losers The whip parked at the crib, I'm on the beach cruisin' I'm in the hood by myself, I never need a shooter The county jail was by myself, I make you get your food up He was tough and I ain't need it, then I did some pushups On 12 you first see me, never let my foot up Come and shoot your hood up, my odds, 3-5-7 Some say it's good luck, I whip it like a Porsche The F2, it was deluxe, from where the cops is corrupt You can't get no money with us, you was funny business Had me gettin' visits, handguns with extensions Had me in the trenches, his downfall was his first shirt I'm in an outfit I designed, my jaws was olympics I'm in the kitchen takin' notes, the smoker was the chemist I had that shit down packed, by the time he finished I came back with Vengeance, Versace jacket, lenses My shootin' arm expensive, it's more like Carson Wentz Left the hood in a squatter, came back in Benz I'm back, I'm so relentless, smack a nigga senseless The flow is so tremendous, caught a body, no case, no co-defendants His jury come from Lennox Can't nobody f*ck with me and V-Don It ain't like we never disconnected Me and V-Don just always workin' Our chemistry together is just heavy Still was workin'