Against All Odds Intro
Makaveli in this
Killuminati
All through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uhh, feel me!
And God said He should send his one begotten son to me...
DJ Zay Law
Back up in ya' ear
Here with TaiBanz
Ade up on the beat
And we back
Against All Odds
, and we here baby
Against All Odds
Against all the hatin' niggas
Against all the fake bitches, nigga we here
We gon' let this mu'fucka riiiiiiiiiiiide out, nigga
TaiBanz, tell 'em some hot shit, nigga
Look
Lately, I been feelin' like I gotta make it out
I need a way to feed the fam
Ain't no turning back
I hustle hard, and stick to the plan
Everybody doubted me, it's time to really wake 'em up
This ain't no mumble rap
You rappers suck, and my shit real as fuck
I'm coming for it all
It's my time to claim the throne
I swear this feeling is so better
'Cause I'm grindin' on my own
And I'm a self-made nigga
And my dreams way bigger
I can't be fuckin' with no basic ass
Simple-minded niggas
Don't get me wrong
I still support the wave
And yeah, I'm about getting paid
But, you gotta watch yo' back
Tryna' make it
Comin' out the Veg
Big city, bright lights
The fast cars, the fast life
Welcome to my tape
I'm finna' show you how we get it right
Tell BET, I'm comin' for my performance
Yeah, I want it all
Since a youngin'
I was taught to get it
I was born to ball
I'm really on some other shit
I got the rock
Can't fumble it
Apply pressure on these niggas
And cookies, I see 'em crumblin'
Hundreds, I keep 'em coming
I'm in love with the money
Thumbing through hunnids
I got it, ain't no tellin' me nothing
Look
Grind mode, gotta run it up
You against me, I don't give a fuck
Told bros, when I make it
I'ma put all of us in a Bentley Truck
I'ma Dreamchaser, like Meek
Big racks in my jeans
Young nigga, really came from rags to riches
Only day ones on my team
Don't fuck with new niggas at all
Through the tougher battles, I don't fall
Stand on my ten toes, I'm ballin'
I'm like who the fuck can I call
When I need help
I was down bad, and I found my wealth
Open my mouth, when I start rapping
They like, "Banz, yo' ass up next"
I said I got 'em
I'ma get 'em
I promise that I'ma kill 'em
See no competition
I'm the best
Nigga, that's off the dribble
They say, "Boy, yo' ass from Vegas
Name one nigga that made it"
I tell 'em, "Sit yo' ass back
And watch history in the making"
Don't get mistaken, we got talent too
If you from the Veg, then what it do
Don't let them kill yo' dreams
'Cause all this shit is possible
We got it though, I'm on a mission
To the millions
No politicking, I keep shit a hush
Not a sound, we finna' live it
I can't give up, no
Keep on pushin', I got No Limits
I could see the top
And my dreams, man, I'ma reach 'em
I keep God First
Without Him, then I can't get it
They say time is wealth
Then, my bag - I'm hopping in it
Wait, I'm ready
I'm born for this shit
It's time to get it
I been counted out
Now, it's time to count some digits
They say how bad you want it?
Take whatever, what's comin' with it?
We goin' deep
Hail Mary, let's pray we get it
Man, it's all or nothing
Against All Odds
Nigga, you hear them police sirens, nigga
They after us, nigga
They gon' get us?
Nope, nigga
We running?
Is a pig's pussy pink? Nigga, hell yeah
Nigga, we out that mu'fucka
Against All Odds, nigga
Catch up, OneWay nigga
Killuminati
All through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uhh, feel me!
And God said He should send his one begotten son to me...
DJ Zay Law
Back up in ya' ear
Here with TaiBanz
Ade up on the beat
And we back
Against All Odds
, and we here baby
Against All Odds
Against all the hatin' niggas
Against all the fake bitches, nigga we here
We gon' let this mu'fucka riiiiiiiiiiiide out, nigga
TaiBanz, tell 'em some hot shit, nigga
Look
Lately, I been feelin' like I gotta make it out
I need a way to feed the fam
Ain't no turning back
I hustle hard, and stick to the plan
Everybody doubted me, it's time to really wake 'em up
This ain't no mumble rap
You rappers suck, and my shit real as fuck
I'm coming for it all
It's my time to claim the throne
I swear this feeling is so better
'Cause I'm grindin' on my own
And I'm a self-made nigga
And my dreams way bigger
I can't be fuckin' with no basic ass
Simple-minded niggas
Don't get me wrong
I still support the wave
And yeah, I'm about getting paid
But, you gotta watch yo' back
Tryna' make it
Comin' out the Veg
Big city, bright lights
The fast cars, the fast life
Welcome to my tape
I'm finna' show you how we get it right
Tell BET, I'm comin' for my performance
Yeah, I want it all
Since a youngin'
I was taught to get it
I was born to ball
I'm really on some other shit
I got the rock
Can't fumble it
Apply pressure on these niggas
And cookies, I see 'em crumblin'
Hundreds, I keep 'em coming
I'm in love with the money
Thumbing through hunnids
I got it, ain't no tellin' me nothing
Look
Grind mode, gotta run it up
You against me, I don't give a fuck
Told bros, when I make it
I'ma put all of us in a Bentley Truck
I'ma Dreamchaser, like Meek
Big racks in my jeans
Young nigga, really came from rags to riches
Only day ones on my team
Don't fuck with new niggas at all
Through the tougher battles, I don't fall
Stand on my ten toes, I'm ballin'
I'm like who the fuck can I call
When I need help
I was down bad, and I found my wealth
Open my mouth, when I start rapping
They like, "Banz, yo' ass up next"
I said I got 'em
I'ma get 'em
I promise that I'ma kill 'em
See no competition
I'm the best
Nigga, that's off the dribble
They say, "Boy, yo' ass from Vegas
Name one nigga that made it"
I tell 'em, "Sit yo' ass back
And watch history in the making"
Don't get mistaken, we got talent too
If you from the Veg, then what it do
Don't let them kill yo' dreams
'Cause all this shit is possible
We got it though, I'm on a mission
To the millions
No politicking, I keep shit a hush
Not a sound, we finna' live it
I can't give up, no
Keep on pushin', I got No Limits
I could see the top
And my dreams, man, I'ma reach 'em
I keep God First
Without Him, then I can't get it
They say time is wealth
Then, my bag - I'm hopping in it
Wait, I'm ready
I'm born for this shit
It's time to get it
I been counted out
Now, it's time to count some digits
They say how bad you want it?
Take whatever, what's comin' with it?
We goin' deep
Hail Mary, let's pray we get it
Man, it's all or nothing
Against All Odds
Nigga, you hear them police sirens, nigga
They after us, nigga
They gon' get us?
Nope, nigga
We running?
Is a pig's pussy pink? Nigga, hell yeah
Nigga, we out that mu'fucka
Against All Odds, nigga
Catch up, OneWay nigga
Credits
Writer(s): D'ontai Mcgee
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