Dark Lo, Vdon - My Odds Lyrics

Just let Lo school ya, I can teach losers
The whip parked at the crib, I'm on the beach cruisin'
I'm in the hood by myself, I never need a shooter
The county jail was by myself, I make you get your food up
He was tough and I ain't need it, then I did some pushups
On 12 you first see me, never let my foot up
Come and shoot your hood up, my odds, 3-5-7
Some say it's good luck, I whip it like a Porsche
The F2, it was deluxe, from where the cops is corrupt
You can't get no money with us, you was funny business
Had me gettin' visits, handguns with extensions
Had me in the trenches, his downfall was his first shirt
I'm in an outfit I designed, my jaws was olympics
I'm in the kitchen takin' notes, the smoker was the chemist
I had that shit down packed, by the time he finished
I came back with Vengeance, Versace jacket, lenses
My shootin' arm expensive, it's more like Carson Wentz
Left the hood in a squatter, came back in Benz
I'm back, I'm so relentless, smack a nigga senseless
The flow is so tremendous, caught a body, no case, no co-defendants
His jury come from Lennox

Can't nobody fuck with me and V-Don
It ain't like we never disconnected
Me and V-Don just always workin'
Our chemistry together is just heavy
Still was workin'