Against All Odds (feat. Kota GT)

This is the city of rappers and trappers and scammers And murderers everywhere too Gotta keep me a pole when I walk out the house I can't let none these niggas take me for a fool I'm tryna go get it want all the money and riches I want all the diamonds I want all the jewels Ain't no king of the city cause everyone dying Well shit gotta watch who I stay talking to They tryna backdoor a nigga up the score on niggas Why these pussy niggas gotta fold If you tryna hoe a nigga why you roll with niggas What the f*ck you got goin on They told me to go and get em I was on a misson I aim for the moon and I shoot for the stars Put on for my city it's Trapinese with me Don't care who the hottest nigga in the town Shoutout to the guys that be ready to drill and Shoutout to the ones trying to make me a mill Remember the days I was struggling tryna get a meal Now I'm making them plays on the field Shoutout to the ones who supported the ones who departed Why you tryna make me a deal Some people was hating, blow up in they faces Now you tryna dm me about a song They put all the odds against me, oh really Gotta roll with a sitchy, like It get busy, no kizzy And we ready to drop em like In the city, get litty And we just tryna make it like And the youngins, on a mission Gotta handle they business like It get risky, get griddy And they put em against me like They put all the odds against me, oh really Gotta roll with a sitchy, like It get busy, no kizzy And we ready to drop em like In the city, get litty And we just tryna make it like And the youngins, on a mission Gotta handle they business like I'm over it all though, I ride an apollo We hit 'em with hollows, we hit 'em with hollows Holding a glock homie got an extendo Cappin yo family friends in a benzo Runnin his ass over in my benzo Hollows leave on the ground and he shivers Leaving his body and soul in the matrix Send em on down to the muhfuckin station I heard he got family he got relations Leave his ass shiverin shake on the pavement Holding a glock homie got an extendo Cappin your family friends in a benzo Runnin his ass over in my benzo Hollows leave on the ground and he shivers Leaving his body and soul in the matrix Send em on down to the muhfuckin station I heard he got family he got relations Leave his ass shiverin shake on the pavement Savin his body for sacrifice huh Rockin my jewelry I got the ice huh Did a little country I'm in the sky huh Gatti inside my garage tonight huh Walkin up and down the road huh Got a body on the stove huh Leaving bodies in the road huh Leaving bodies in the road huh I'm over it all though I ride an apollo We hit 'em with hollows We hit 'em with hollows (Bam) They put all the odds against me, oh really Gotta roll with a sitchy, like It get busy, no kizzy And we ready to drop em like In the city, get litty And we just tryna make it like And the youngins, on a mission Gotta handle they business like It get risky, get griddy And they put em against me like They put all the odds against me, oh really Gotta roll with a sitchy, like It get busy, no kizzy And we ready to drop em like In the city, get litty And we just tryna make it like And the youngins, on a mission Gotta handle they business like