Even the Odds - Molly Brazy

Uh huh, let’s even the odds

You got shooters, I got shooters

You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it

Let’s even the odds

You got money, I got money

You like money, I like money, I’m with it

Let’s even the odds

I got it out the mud, I had to work for this

So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this

Let’s even the odds

Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips

Under thirty, ride around with thirty years

Let’s even the odds

They said I couldn’t count, I’m breaking calculators

Rubber bands keep popping, man this shit aggravating

Love them bands like we hungry, we ain’t ate for days

So many chicken fiends running up with paper plates

I pray they don’t tempt me, I pray they don’t flip me

I’m fed bound, when you see me put your head down

Birds tryna tag me 'cause I’m dragging all this bread around

Good dope got this bitch looking like a hookah lounge

What can you do to me that I can’t do to you?

I got niggas spooked

A hundred on the chop, we rock them like some tennis shoes

I been improved

I don’t fuck with bums, I don’t fuck with crumbs

All I know is money, don’t touch me if you ain’t getting none

Let’s even the odds

You got shooters, I got shooters

You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it

Let’s even the odds

You got money, I got money

You like money, I like money, I’m with it

Let’s even the odds

I got it out the mud, I had to work for this

So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this

Let’s even the odds

Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips

Under thirty, ride around with thirty years

Let’s even the odds

I’ll come to you if you can’t get to me

Or give them boys a ten piece and this ain’t Mickey D’s

In the city on the six up at Nicky D’s

Drinking Remy, I ain’t getting to that Nicki beef

'Cause I play for keeps so don’t play with me

That forty stay with me, sneak dissing not okay with me

You 25 right?

or damn near close to it

And still dirty, don’t you know that they make soap, stupid?

Hellcat, I just told my label pray for me

Chanel shopper, shit this just another day for me

You ain’t know, rap a hobby, bitch I got a job

And that’s balling on you bitches, I don’t fuck with opps

Let’s even the odds

You got shooters, I got shooters

You got killers, I got killers, let’s get it

Let’s even the odds

You got money, I got money

You like money, I like money, I’m with it

Let’s even the odds

I got it out the mud, I had to work for this

So you ain’t taking shit, you gotta work for this

Let’s even the odds

Thirty pointers, thirty rounds, thirty strips

Under thirty, ride around with thirty years

Let’s even the odds