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Even the Odds (feat. Young Thug)

Bitch, this ain't no boss it's a boss up

Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up

Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European

Bitch she ain't no hoe, she my girlfriend

Bitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep

Bitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat

Bitch, this ain't lust so it's love

Bitch, this ain't the connect, this the plug

Bitch, this ain't beef, this world war

Bitch, this ain't a show it's a world tour

Bitch, you don't know me, yeah you knew me

Bitch, this ain't the problem, this the solution

Feeling like my chakras aligned

From now on call me Don

Rhyming for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan

Niggas asking for a cut, they just way out of line

Thugger

Hoe, ain't no Ford, this a Maserati

This is not a movie, baby, this a real dead body

I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley

I fuck her one night then I'ma duck up outta

You do anything for this 'lil bitch you might be a Cosby

Speaking of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly

You better not tell nobody, zip it, just zips and addy

Hit from the back, turn to a car when I'm backing out it

Hit it with 10, fuck it, I'ma go smack his body

Hit 'em up like

Did 'em up like

Hit 'em up like

Bitch, this ain't a boss this a boss up

Bitch, this isn't for sure, this a toss up

Hoe, this ain't Toyota, this European

Bitch, she ain't a hoe, she's my girlfriend

Bitch, this ain't time, this is our time

Bitch, this isn't the plug, this the power line

Bitch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci

It's Gucci

Bitch, you ain't know me now you know me (yeah)

Bitch, this ain't Adidas this Puma

Bitch, that ain't the truth that's a rumor

Bitch, you ain't my friend you a tumor

Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer

Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch time

Now foul lines, just front lines

Fuck taking shit, boy, I just take what's mineAnd I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsigned

Don't nobody want this shit more than I want mine

Fuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine

When you get the ball, boy, you be fumbling

When you talk that shit be mumbling

Man, I got my one shot

Fucked around and and-one'd it

If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look

Run you out your house and now your ass apartment hunting

From the Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that

Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy

Your mama should've told you that

When we in it, one way out

This life just like a cul de sac

The hood behind me like a cobra back

You quote the internet, I quote the facts

But snake niggas never tell the truth

You a liar

If you swear to God one more time on your life you might dieReal ones, I know you feel me

Independent women, I know you feel me

If you self-made me then you feel me

Text from my girl said "Come feel me up"

Real dawgs, I know you feel me

My OG's know they feel me, yeah

Bad bitch, she want to feel me

Text from my girl said "Come feel me up"If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

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