Letras Against All Odds - Peezy, T.Dot

Against All Odds

Woo, woo\ntalk through it all (Da Realest)\nBall, fuck 'em\nWoo (Uh-huh, uh-huh)\nYou heard me, nigga, let’s get it\nBallin' ain’t a crime\nNigga, I’ll never fold against all odds\nI got this shit under control against all odds\nSteady tryna reach the goal against all odds\nGet your money, fuck them hoes against all odds\nStill rockin' icy chains against all odds\nRunnin' through that change against all odds\nWe buy Rollies, fuck a ring, against all odds\nStay low and maintain against all odds\nAyy\nget some cheese, dressed up Versache, black jeans a weeks\nI used to stand in the crowd, now I’m the nigga to see\nThese lil' niggas spread lie, think they live like me?\nWent to jail the same night it made the bomb like me\nAll we talk is money, nigga, we ain’t got time to gossip\nThey want me for a show, I tell 'em send me a deposit\nCrib like a mall, expensive shit all in the closet\nRunning in and out of Saks Fifth like it’s hobby, peep me\nI’ll take this real shit deeply\nI got too many niggas doin' time to let these pussy niggas beat me\nFuck a 9 to 5, I’m still stickin' to the job\nStackin' money high so we can ball against the odds, pussy nigga\nNigga, I’ll never fold against all odds\nI got this shit under control against all odds\nSteady tryna reach the goal against all odds\nGet your money, fuck them hoes against all odds\nStill rockin' icy chains against all odds\nRunnin' through that change against all odds\nWe buy Rollies, fuck a ring, against all odds\nStay low and maintain against all odds\nHahahahaha\nT-DOT nigga, boy\nPut your back against the wall and you come out singin'\nPut my back against the wall and I come out swingin'\nJ-jumpin' out Lincolns, fortied up, all Demons\nRun a lil' sale for that bale and leave your ass ringin', uh\nI gotta eat, baby, bring my food\nYou niggas workers and your boss used to clean my shoes\nCheck the 'Gram, nigga, peep my mood\nAll you see is rest in peace pics, know I gotta feed my goons, uh\nI’m hittin' them corners, gettin' that Larry gone\nMy best batch, she blade dancin' with that Presi on\nNigga, and we against all odds\nAnd that slick shit gon' get y’all robbed, motherfucker\nNigga, I’ll never fold against all odds\nI got this shit under control against all odds\nSteady tryna reach the goal against all odds\nGet your money, fuck them hoes against all odds\nStill rockin' icy chains against all odds\nRunnin' through that change against all odds\nWe buy Rollies, fuck a ring, against all odds\nStay low and maintain against all odds