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Ima beat the odds, yeah, that's without a doubt 
Take it to the chin, with a smile, never pout 
Never needed nobody, I do it all without 
Getting

You say I'm preaching 
And this is benediction
Beneficial encryption 
Till you bewitched 
By this affliction of addiction of prediction 
I'm saying fuck

to made it by now (uh-oh)
Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (uh-oh)
Yeah, we always got time to do better (uh-oh)
Yeah, but I was tryna do it

might be by force 
Or contracted in a letter
Its like a forced update 
But in terms of your life
On that 2.0 
It's a private heist 
Privacy is dead
How we

the odds is
Against me
No Hoping I know that the monster's in me
I came for the damage
The baggage
Th ruby
The lavish
The bragging I held for the
group

yes, Just watch who you playing
It ain't me in a way, where the odds are on my side
*Count em up* one three five
It ain't beyond a day
I can't even find

route
Check how many niggaz inside, he count 3 or 4
Not the best odds, but he done dealt with worse before
The plan was to catch one of them niggaz

the trails and the fire just stick to the plan
Even if the odds ain't in yo favor if you get the ball don't miss that layup
Its Hayes and Fresco you know we do

with extensions
We feel like the odds is against us
So niggas get even, some snakes, they get at you like mentions
Split that boy head, now he

these lines
No net am I casting
You gonna sing about tingles in your toes when she talks?
Or rivers in your soul when she smiles and walks on by?
Oh

Far From Heaven

Howard Lawrence

The Enemy Inside

2011

easy outgunning his peers

He feels resentment as the group walks by
They laugh at him but who knows why?
Eats his lunch alone in the park

me, Know you N****s smell me how?
Cause i know im the shit
I should get sponsored by chewing Tobacco why?
Cause they know ima spit
Never mind the cost i

My words shall live on beyond eons
Against all the odds from pariah to writer of psalms
Transcriber of fire these bridges I burn by the song

Tired being at odds with you
Tired I'm on guard like harm comes with you
Tired of holding on to the stigma
That we nothing but sinners
Media loves

caught us getting loose 
Hope that it ain't busy down in Gucci, tryna fuck you in the fitting room 
Half of Virginia Black on a empty stomach, playing by

Same Feeling when Your bitches Clit is in your face (Pee Eww) I think I'm gonna faint
My life handed my lemons by the crate my fingers falling off from

but we're still back on that ass, kid
Mobbing Deep
Causing Havoc as a Prodigy
I'm epic like Odysseus's plot, it's not that odd to see
My birth wasn't

to my face
I hope this song set's It straight that I am a rhymer and I mean business
I am inspired by lyricists and my pen game proves it
I am talking

the best but now I'm the worst
I dont blame you for leaving as I put myself first

It's crazy to think that the world that we live in
Surrounded by people

to my face
I Hope This Song Set's It Straight That I Am A Rhymer and I mean business
I Am Inspired By lyricists and my Pen Game proves it
I Am talking

shit all by
Myself like I wanted to
Who put me on, bitch? Can't nobody tell me
Labels making offers
They should know they cannot sell me
Truth is they

just poured another cup ANOTHER CUP
And my homie sparked the blunt, im feeling heavy!

Dnd please hold
Odds against him D rose
Got tnt for the eardrums

you look like getting dropped by some teens
Look
It isn't my fault you set the bar low
Most moves carry risk
I'm just what you'd call clever
If it gets

looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's