Yeah

New Massina shit

Amazin Beats

This one's for the streets

I know my bitch probably pissed, I ain't been home in a week

I was down on my dick, Had to get back to the streets

In the heart of the drought, I'm ridin' 'round with the heat

Like the Big Comfy Couch, got toys under the seat

They hollering preach young **** preach

You the one that spit that real

Drop that shit that we can feel

Ain't no visitation, really went hand to hand

Married to the game like Stephanie McMahon

Here I stand in the midst of it all

With my word and my balls

**** want it shorthand, I ain't DJ Paul

But I keep a Juicy J when the times get hard

Plant of renown make me feel like God

Me and my bitch at odds

The cards stacked against me, gotta even the odds

I'm trusting in my pistol and believing in God

Some **** get a meal and leave their teams to starve

I find that odd

Now what's the odds of me getting rich?

And what's the odds I can hit ya bitch?

Yeah I've been gone for a little bit

But watch me come back hard

Going against all odds

(Ay Thugga where you been?)

Sitting at the table with bosses having a pow wow

Trying to make a M like Anthony Davis' eyebrows

**** biting my style - fuck around, get salmonella

I'm too raw - Eddie with the leathers

You **** still ain't got your shit together? I lament

I'm counting blue hundreds, you ain't got a red cent

And still ain't content, I got dreams of mad wealth

Let's talk green like cartoons with bad breath

Yeah, 'cause they ain't sold it like us

Them **** new bread, they ain't molded like us

In moolah we trust, I'm trying to be on Forbes Magazine

And I put it on Jesus like Mary Magdalene

Me and my bitch at odds

The cards stacked against me, gotta even the odds

I'm trusting in my pistol and believing in God

Some **** get a meal and leave their teams to starve

I find that odd

Now what's the odds of me getting rich?

And what's the odds I can hit ya bitch?

Yeah I've been gone for a little bit

But watch me come back hard

Going against all odds

They say my story's so inspiring

Capital doublin' like Ireland

Practice what I preach, you're Allen Iverson

Used to study 5 percent

And Rastafarian - Haile Selassie shit

Shitting on 'em before I had a pot to piss

It's obvious we're opposites

And i'm that **** on this microphone

Sick as Magic, you don't wanna play with me like Karl Malone

(That's not politically correct)

It's just jokes

Lighten up like you're using Dove soap

Stay Woke!

Me and my bitch at odds

The cards stacked against me, gotta even the odds

I'm trusting in my pistol and believing in God

Some **** get a meal and leave their teams to starve

I find that odd

Now what's the odds of me getting rich?

And what's the odds I can hit ya bitch?

Yeah I've been gone for a little bit

But watch me come back hard

Going against all odds