Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Even the Odds, artist - Molly Brazy.
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Even the Odds |
Uh huh, let’s even the odds |
You got shooters, I got shooters |
You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it |
Let’s even the odds |
You got money, I got money |
You like money, I like money, I’m with it |
Let’s even the odds |
I got it out the mud, I had to work for this |
So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this |
Let’s even the odds |
Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips |
Under thirty, ride around with thirty years |
Let’s even the odds |
They said I couldn’t count, I’m breaking calculators |
Rubber bands keep popping, man this shit aggravating |
Love them bands like we hungry, we ain’t ate for days |
So many chicken fiends running up with paper plates |
I pray they don’t tempt me, I pray they don’t flip me |
I’m fed bound, when you see me put your head down |
Birds tryna tag me 'cause I’m dragging all this bread around |
Good dope got this bitch looking like a hookah lounge |
What can you do to me that I can’t do to you? |
I got niggas spooked |
A hundred on the chop, we rock them like some tennis shoes |
I been improved |
I don’t fuck with bums, I don’t fuck with crumbs |
All I know is money, don’t touch me if you ain’t getting none |
Let’s even the odds |
You got shooters, I got shooters |
You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it |
Let’s even the odds |
You got money, I got money |
You like money, I like money, I’m with it |
Let’s even the odds |
I got it out the mud, I had to work for this |
So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this |
Let’s even the odds |
Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips |
Under thirty, ride around with thirty years |
Let’s even the odds |
I’ll come to you if you can’t get to me |
Or give them boys a ten piece and this ain’t Mickey D’s |
In the city on the six up at Nicky D’s |
Drinking Remy, I ain’t getting to that Nicki beef |
'Cause I play for keeps so don’t play with me |
That forty stay with me, sneak dissing not okay with me |
You 25 right? |
or damn near close to it |
And still dirty, don’t you know that they make soap, stupid? |
Hellcat, I just told my label pray for me |
Chanel shopper, shit this just another day for me |
You ain’t know, rap a hobby, bitch I got a job |
And that’s balling on you bitches, I don’t fuck with opps |
Let’s even the odds |
You got shooters, I got shooters |
You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it |
Let’s even the odds |
You got money, I got money |
You like money, I like money, I’m with it |
Let’s even the odds |
I got it out the mud, I had to work for this |
So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this |
Let’s even the odds |
Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips |
Under thirty, ride around with thirty years |
Let’s even the odds |