Against the Odds

And yes I'm Milz Gotti but you can call me the grand slammer
Call me the grand slammer

Ain't got no friends just check the stats
If he around then he my slatt
Missing 7 can't get him back therapy too help cope with that
Taking risk gotta get rich in debt with karma ain't that ah bitch
Feel like Mello on the Knicks
On my team you bound too ball gotta be ready for the assist
Wild out with this cannon like I'm Nick
It ain't at a time I chosed or pick
In my bag and out the mix get off ya ass hit you a lick
Shark instincts ion trust shit slime you out I hear you hiss
Catching plays I be in motion that other shit irrelevant
Gots slimes doing real time so I'm like fuck that skeleton
Turnt the spot into a pharmacy prescribing J's they medicine
(MAKE SURE YOU CLOSE AND LOCK THAT BACKDOOR
AIN'T NO TELLING WHO TRYNA SLIP IN)
Got the devil in my ear asking me do I remember when we was friends
Numerous times I bit the bait can't let that shit happen again
Imma million dollar nikka I can't jeopardize the plan
I can't jeopardize the plan no I can't jeopardize the plan

Duckn crosses
Took some loses
Ain't no sympathy Imma man
Silent killer he ain't rowdy know them crackers listening in
Came off the bench time to get in
Was built too last and made too win
Thumbing through skrilla with some killers
Looking like the Taliban
No we ion play bout Benjamin's
Cold world I keep my heater running hot caught me a tan
I'm that same nikka since back then
Mud thicker than that blood loyalty what makes us kin
Death before dishonor I stand on ten
Its BLE until the end
(Its BLE until the end)

LONG LIVE 7 LONG LIVE ALL MY FALLEN SOLDIERS
IT'S BRICKBABY4L



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Writer(s): Ja’milleun Wilson
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