Crooked I - Against All Odds lyrics

[Intro] There's a million motherf**ers out there that support this raw sh** This Slaughterhouse sh** All the time I'm thinking... [Hook] Hoping my true motherf**ers know That the House Gang will never fold Against all odds I'm in my studio getting blown Watching rap n***as sell their soul [Verse 1] How did we end up here? Got the Blueprint from Biggie and Nas Ghetto n***as going platinum like the 50's and Jas It's against all odds Should it be against your prize New n***as out here dressing like Nicki Minaj Selling their soul to make it wealthy Wearing women shirts 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 and what actors did on the wire Then they ask me why I'm rapping like a k**er for hire Some n***as locked my homie in a truck and lit it on fire You can I hear my life's pain in the way I spit Think I give a f** if a DJ play my sh**? Or like my sh**, put in a club, hype my sh** Or write my sh**? Real n***as recite my sh** And your label they own you, that ain't no lease agreement Please believe it, got you on your knees and screaming Looking like you in the navy with a cove Cause they dicks so far up your a**hole you're sneezing semen Then they put you on a single with the same n***as On other singles man ya'll just a bunch of lame n***as You're hot now but how long will the sh** last If I don't feel your music I ain't rapping with your b**h a** (no) And I bet I still won't come around broke Rifles spitting hollow tips right out of his hundred round throat When I'm buried six feet deep, counting eternal sheep It'll all make sense, I'll be the underground GOAT n***a Syllable king, lyrical dream, n***as be like typical memes I'm k**ing your dreams, pop you in your bed dozing My shooters come out the closet quick as Frank Ocean (Got ya) I'm the illest lyricist of them all I'm taking you n***as through lyrical training you ain't in my lane and I'm giving a f** if you think you a star The bigger they are the harder they fall I slip in a clip and I set the apocalypse off Shots can lick off, your life'll get lost And it'll be your own fault, remember your own role Like a b**h with a dil*o, you're digging your own hole West Coast, my kingdom is there I'vebeen underground for years, you think I would care Cause mainstream artists with bars who can count on with one hand Still have a middle finger to spare, f** 'em I ain't hating I'm just telling the truth When I see a real MC, I tell 'em salute Against all odds... [Hook]