Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Odds Ain't Fair (feat. Hassaan Mackey), artist - Apollo Brown. Album song The Reset, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.05.2010
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Odds Ain't Fair (feat. Hassaan Mackey) |
| «And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| Just can’t help myself oooh» |
| Since you ain’t never been here before let’s take a lil' tour |
| Eat with the rich, starve with the poor |
| Trade you a piece of my war story for yours |
| Minus braggadocios, dope punchlines and metaphors |
| Double barrel pump shotguns be blarin' off |
| On blocks where churches across from corner stores |
| Sellin' poison, hearin' noise from car be them boys |
| With it blastin' it sound it like crashin' them boards |
| Watch cop car stop to ask it’s our chore right? |
| Weed, speed the same thing as yours ock |
| Tryin' to score a piece of the pie before it dissipates |
| The vanishin' is smoke to life, let’s participate |
| Put your hands together in unison |
| To demonstrate the reason we grow up young guns with demo tapes |
| Starin' at the venues of light, tryin' to vision straight |
| Pullin' at the fabric and tearin' at the ticket tape |
| I got my eyes on the prize of life |
| Got my hands on the mic device |
| Like it might be the last time |
| Speak about a place in the world where we hardly see the sunshine |
| And even though the sun shine |
| It’s cold out here, still I move in the world with no fear |
| And I ain’t runnin' like I’m scared |
| Got it on me, I came prepared |
| «And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| Just can’t help myself oooh» |
| Since you ain’t never been here before let’s take a lil' tour |
| Give with the rich, steal from the poor |
| Trade you a piece of my history for yours |
| Just to find out who’s weight in this world is worth more |
| The man with the plan in his hand is dyin' to score |
| In a world full of terror and gunshots galore |
| Goin' off in the midst of tryin' to get yours |
| The rules never stick to life’s main accord |
| You fightin' in a war on turf that ain’t yours |
| And the killer killin'? |
| for all who ain’t saw |
| Then blame it on y’all like it starts with the heart exists |
| But hates man escapes through targets |
| The target is dollarless, pharmacists heartless, hard as they armor is |
| Stashin' they dope where they momma live |
| This is what drama is |
| Honor gets traded for scholarships |
| Based on how well you can chop and sit |
| I got my eyes on the prize of life |
| Got my hands on the mic device |
| Like it might be the last time |
| Speak about a place in the world where we hardly see the sunshine |
| And even though the sun shine |
| It’s cold out here, still I move in the world with no fear |
| And I ain’t runnin' like I’m scared |
| Got it on me, I came prepared |
| «And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| And I can’t help myself |
| Just can’t help myself oooh |
| Just can’t help myself oooh» |