Against All Odds ft. Kota GT Lyrics

This is the city of rappers and trappers and scammers

And murderers everywhere too

Gotta keep me a pole when I walk out the house

I can't let none these niggas take me for a fool

I'm tryna go get it want all the money and riches

I want all the diamonds I want all the jewels

Ain't no king of the city cause everyone dying

Well shit gotta watch who I stay talking to

They tryna backdoor a nigga up the score on niggas

Why these pussy niggas gotta fold

If you tryna hoe a nigga why you roll with niggas

What the fuck you got goin on

They told me to go and get em I was on a misson

I aim for the moon and I shoot for the stars

Put on for my city it's Trapinese with me

Don't care who the hottest nigga in the town

Shoutout to the guys that be ready to drill and

Shoutout to the ones trying to make me a mill

Remember the days I was struggling tryna get a meal

Now I'm making them plays on the field

Shoutout to the ones who supported the ones who departed

Why you tryna make me a deal

Some people was hating, blow up in they faces

Now you tryna dm me about a song

They put all the odds against me, oh really

Gotta roll with a sitchy, like

It get busy, no kizzy

And we ready to drop em like

In the city, get litty

And we just tryna make it like

And the youngins, on a mission

Gotta handle they business like

It get risky, get griddy

And they put em against me like

They put all the odds against me, oh really

Gotta roll with a sitchy, like

It get busy, no kizzy

And we ready to drop em like

In the city, get litty

And we just tryna make it like

And the youngins, on a mission

Gotta handle they business like

I'm over it all though, I ride an apollo

We hit 'em with hollows, we hit 'em with hollows

Holding a glock homie got an extendo

Cappin yo family friends in a benzo

Runnin his ass over in my benzo

Hollows leave on the ground and he shivers

Leaving his body and soul in the matrix

Send em on down to the muhfuckin station

I heard he got family he got relations

Leave his ass shiverin shake on the pavement

Holding a glock homie got an extendo

Cappin your family friends in a benzo

Runnin his ass over in my benzo

Hollows leave on the ground and he shivers

Leaving his body and soul in the matrix

Send em on down to the muhfuckin station

I heard he got family he got relations

Leave his ass shiverin shake on the pavement

Savin his body for sacrifice huh

Rockin my jewelry I got the ice huh

Did a little country I'm in the sky huh

Gatti inside my garage tonight huh

Walkin up and down the road huh

Got a body on the stove huh

Leaving bodies in the road huh

Leaving bodies in the road huh

I'm over it all though

I ride an apollo

We hit 'em with hollows

We hit 'em with hollows (Bam)

They put all the odds against me, oh really

Gotta roll with a sitchy, like

It get busy, no kizzy

And we ready to drop em like

In the city, get litty

And we just tryna make it like

And the youngins, on a mission

Gotta handle they business like

It get risky, get griddy

And they put em against me like

They put all the odds against me, oh really

Gotta roll with a sitchy, like

It get busy, no kizzy

And we ready to drop em like

In the city, get litty

And we just tryna make it like

And the youngins, on a mission

Gotta handle they business like