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[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
What's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom?
Let's go

[Verse 1]
Gotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in (Blend)
Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN
Fear of God pants, I don't fear men
Pull up in an old-school, the fifty in the rear end, big dawg
Takin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em back
I watched the law take my bro, I'm tryna get him back
I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked
Ain't gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em facts

[Chorus]
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body

[Verse 2]
I got it the worstest, I ain't have to rehearse this
Made me who I am, I'm gettin' bands, I'm breakin' curses
Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets, fuck curtains
Excuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I'm tellin' you
I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em
Beefin' with my partners, do a nigga like I never knew him
Fucked around and seen her with a nigga, I woulda never knew it
Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do, but I don't ever do it, yeah
Beefin' with myself
Keep on wanting syrup, but knowin' it don't help (It don't)
It's like I got money to please everybody else
They act like they with you, but I'm knowin' they don't care
They in it for self (Yeah), I got it for sale if it's rollin' (Rollin')
I got out of jail and I showed 'em (Showed 'em)
Couple bitches know they wish they would've held it down
It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down

[Chorus]
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body

[Verse 3]
I gotta stay solid
I grew up 'round dope boys, I don't need no stylist
I got grown man money, can't be actin' childish (No childish)
I've been through too much shit, barely even smile (Huh?)
Sippin' on this bale, I wish bro was with me now (Now)
It was time that we'll go broke, we'll pick a play and take 'em down
Kick me when I'm down, when I get up, I'll prolly shit on you
I can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em, I just spit on them
These pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on men
I ain't ever did no fraud, but I'm known for pullin' cards
Ask about me in my neighborhood, I'm known for goin' hard
I've been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
I done really beat the odds

[Chorus]
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body

[Outro]
I got it the worstest

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