Letras
Yeah, knock it down, knock it down
Yeah, knock it out, knock it down
Aight
I got big odds
Start up my dreams, they take off
They gon' play God
Problem, I get it, they take odds
Show no face card
Hurt 'em all day, they play ours
Brand new day start
Won't start 'bout nothin' they say huh?
Big ole lenses, tell a ****, "Pardon my vision"
Big ole feelings, tell a ****, "Sorry I meant it"
I been down for a minute
Since a **** had, came up in it
They gon' play my feelings
Spin a few records — okay, I get it
And I hate attention
But I gotta make shows, appearance
And I hate my feelings
They gon' call me "pussy," I get it
And I'm offended
See who's puttin' on a show — I'll end it
I hate my ending
They gon' call me
Ready? I'm in it
I got big odds
Start up my dreams, they take off
They gon' play God
Problem, I get it, they take odds
Show no face card
Hurt 'em all day, they play ours
Brand new day huh
Won't start 'bout nothin' they say, uh
Still ride around in the coupe again
Chubb tried to tell me, "Relax"
Shot a couple records out the booth again
Came through with a whole new track
Down bad, but I been on the move again
Tryna make a whole new comeback
New enemies tried to play like you's a friend
Lost kin that I won't get back
Seen my and I done moved the pen
Penned a verse on a whole new pad
Story of life when they quoting him
Getting ready for a whole new act
Know I'll make it when they backing him
Still putting pain on wax
Cross from the road where his dad and them
Still where I'm found cross tracks
I got big odds
Start up my dreams — they take off