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Odds Ain't Fair (feat. Hassaan Mackey)

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"And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

Just can't help myself oooh"

Since you ain't never been here before let's take a lil' tour

Eat with the rich, starve with the poor

Trade you a piece of my war story for yours

Minus braggadocios, dope punchlines and metaphors

Double barrel pump shotguns be blarin' off

On blocks where churches across from corner stores

Sellin' poison, hearin' noise from car be them boys

With it blastin' it sound it like crashin' them boards

Watch cop car stop to ask it's our chore right?

Weed, speed the same thing as yours ock

Tryin' to score a piece of the pie before it dissipates

The vanishin' is smoke to life, let's participate

Put your hands together in unison

To demonstrate the reason we grow up young guns with demo tapes

Starin' at the venues of light, tryin' to vision straight

Pullin' at the fabric and tearin' at the ticket tape

I got my eyes on the prize of life

Got my hands on the mic device

Like it might be the last time

Speak about a place in the world where we hardly see the sunshine

And even though the sun shine

It's cold out here, still I move in the world with no fear

And I ain't runnin' like I'm scared

Got it on me, I came prepared

"And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

Just can't help myself oooh"

Since you ain't never been here before let's take a lil' tour

Give with the rich, steal from the poor

Trade you a piece of my history for yours

Just to find out who's weight in this world is worth more

The man with the plan in his hand is dyin' to score

In a world full of terror and gunshots galore

Goin' off in the midst of tryin' to get yours

The rules never stick to life's main accord

You fightin' in a war on turf that ain't yours

And the killer killin'? for all who ain't saw

Then blame it on y'all like it starts with the heart exists

But hates man escapes through targets

The target is dollarless, pharmacists heartless, hard as they armor is

Stashin' they dope where they momma live

This is what drama is

Honor gets traded for scholarships

Based on how well you can chop and sit

I got my eyes on the prize of life

Got my hands on the mic device

Like it might be the last time

Speak about a place in the world where we hardly see the sunshine

And even though the sun shine

It's cold out here, still I move in the world with no fear

And I ain't runnin' like I'm scared

Got it on me, I came prepared

"And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

And I can't help myself

Just can't help myself oooh

Just can't help myself oooh"

Odds Ain't Fair (feat. Hassaan Mackey) par Hassaan Mackey/Apollo Brown - Paroles et Couvertures