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crooked i - against all odds lyrics

it’s a million motherf-ckers out there that support this raw sh-t
it’s slaughter house sh-t
all the time i’m thinking
hoping my true motherf-ckers know
that the house gang will never fall, never fall!
against all odds i’m in my studio getting blow
the rap n-gg-s is all i saw!
how i end up here?
got the blueprint for biggie and ozz
ghetto n-gg-s go and pack them like the 50s and jazz
it’s against all odds, should have been a gift shop broads
new n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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 f-ck if a dj play my sh-t
i like my sh-t, put it in the club!
hide my sh-t, i write my sh-t, real n-gg-s recite my sh-t
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 d-ck so far up your -ss, hoe!
you sneeze and see me
then they put you on a single with the same n-gg-s
on ‘ man, you’re just a bunch of lame n-gg-s, yeah!
you’re hot now, but holler with a sh-t -ss
if i don’t feel the music, i ain’t rapping with your b-tch -ss!
and i bet i still won’t come around broke
riffles spitting hollow t-ts right of this hundred round broke
when i’m barely six feet deep, coping internal sh-t
and all makes sense, i’ll be the underground go n-gg-.
syllable king, lyrical drink, n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s to lyrical training
you ain’t in my leaning
i’m giving a f-ck 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 b-tch with a d-ld-, 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
f-ck ’em! i ain’t hating, i’m just telling the truth
when i see a real mc, i tell them, ‘salute’!
against all odds hoping my true motherf-ckers know
that the house king will never fall
never!
against all odds i’m in the studio and bow
watching rap n-gg-s sell their soul!
against all odds!
yeah, yeah, n-gg-
house game, house game
almighty house game!

- crooked i lyrics

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