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Odds
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Odds was released on January 3, 2025 by Trill Music Group as a part of the album Ghetto Noise
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Release DateJanuary 3, 2025
LabelTrill Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amir Walker
Amir Walker
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amir Walker
Amir Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amir Walker
Amir Walker
Engineer

Lyrics

We gon' do this shit right
We gon' do this shit how this shit supposed to be done
On what
On Bro
Feel that shit, ****
Yeah
What
Come on, Yeah
I said, wrote something down with my pencil
Always go against the odds like I'm beefing with them
I'm just fucking hoes, man I ain't sleep
Yeah
Wrote something down with my pencil
Smoking in a rental, Flexing accidental
One day I'll be on stage Rapping on my mental
Shouting on my kinfolk With expensive dental
You ain't really gang You just come around for info
Keep my foot on they neck until these **** 10 four
Plug and have a smell proof Wrap it up in tinfoil
Smoke it real slow while I kill the instrumental
I be always going against the odds like I'm beefing with them
Bro just said he hot, but that's probably cause he keep it with him
I'm just fucking on these hoes, man
I ain't sleeping with them
I'ma take it farther I don't never wanna get even with them
Skinny with them **** He got six, seven people with him
Fuck the debating
**** ain't gang if you don't see me with them Swear to god
12 harassing ain't you supposed to be saving lives
Three hour drive Tweaking like my license ain't expired
If a **** talking crazy, we gon' unalive him
Skinny going crazy with it, they prescribe him
You can hold it off, but you can never hide
Yeah, she suck a good dick, but I don't see it bride
Real **** presentation
I'm on every slide
****, fuck the law
At least the ones that I do not abide by
**** tell ain't talking bout a lie
Main ones I thought I was cool with
We had a fallout
Nowadays it ain't no catching up because I'm far out
I took the hard route
You took the easy
**** copy my style when they claim that they never need me
Smoking by myself, I fell in love with the Geechie
Then I blacked out like a unplugged TV
Is he sleeping
Is he breathing
I just hope I'm still alive by the evening
Check, homie
I flex for **** that flexed on me
My best homie just had a fight with my next homie
I seen **** fall out over a bitch, homie
I'm ten toes armed with just my fist on me
But nowadays you gotta keep you a blick, homie
No one-on-ones, you gotta pull up with six, homie
Play it smart, but don't get played like a bitch, homie
Swear to God, **** never did shit to me
Wonder if there's other **** dissing me
Went against me, now these **** want sympathy
Went against me, now these **** want
What
Swear to God
Swear to fucking God
Nah, sometimes I just be wanting to talk, bro
Like, that be
Like, it be late at night, I be like, bro
I need to talk about some shit
You know what I'm saying
Like, especially when I don't got nobody to talk to
I might as well just go make a song
You know what I'm saying
Written by: Amir Walker
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