Against All Odds
Everybody got someone, talkin that shit
Yeah we all know, we wanna kill that bitch
Lay'em in a ditch, to fulfill my itch
And I'll leave'em in a plot, just to stop thats R.I.P
Look I been suicidal, I been tryin my hardest to not grab the rifle
To turn on myself, be the end of my cycle
Might follow the path, kill the scene like Michael
1 Shot to the brain, UNAVERAGE GANG yeah we coming here to tame
What these fucken rappers talk about is plain
Gang gang gang gang, y'all the same
Fuck this, time to fucken pay your homage
Start to feel sorry for young minds held hostage
Can't say I blame, cause they lackin knowledge
That's why we fucken here, so we can stop the nonsense
Walk in this bitch can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the precsene of the devil underneath?
With my burning skin, with a fuckin grin, burning in the fuckin flames i'm a walking sin
Play this fuckin song in hell's gates, with the nails to the brain
And i'm coming with my brother Vague
What you really wanna say, man you don't wanna bang
Cause i'm coming with that choppa, and that bitch wanna sing boy
Let me know when you wanna run it
I'm a fuckin killa collecting these souls stuck up in the dungeon
Where you going when the plague is coming?
Posted up smoking cookie with the devil in da function
We coming up quick, here comes the fakes and all of the tricks
Just suck on this dick cause you never knew shit, i'll give you a tip
Pull it back safety off then choke on this
Yeah we all know, we wanna kill that bitch
Lay'em in a ditch, to fulfill my itch
And I'll leave'em in a plot, just to stop thats R.I.P
Look I been suicidal, I been tryin my hardest to not grab the rifle
To turn on myself, be the end of my cycle
Might follow the path, kill the scene like Michael
1 Shot to the brain, UNAVERAGE GANG yeah we coming here to tame
What these fucken rappers talk about is plain
Gang gang gang gang, y'all the same
Fuck this, time to fucken pay your homage
Start to feel sorry for young minds held hostage
Can't say I blame, cause they lackin knowledge
That's why we fucken here, so we can stop the nonsense
Walk in this bitch can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the precsene of the devil underneath?
With my burning skin, with a fuckin grin, burning in the fuckin flames i'm a walking sin
Play this fuckin song in hell's gates, with the nails to the brain
And i'm coming with my brother Vague
What you really wanna say, man you don't wanna bang
Cause i'm coming with that choppa, and that bitch wanna sing boy
Let me know when you wanna run it
I'm a fuckin killa collecting these souls stuck up in the dungeon
Where you going when the plague is coming?
Posted up smoking cookie with the devil in da function
We coming up quick, here comes the fakes and all of the tricks
Just suck on this dick cause you never knew shit, i'll give you a tip
Pull it back safety off then choke on this
Credits
Writer(s): Beau Holland
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