Even the Odds lyrics

[Chorus: Big Sean]
b*tch, this ain't no boss, it's a boss up
b*tch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up
b*tch, this ain't Toyota, this European
b*tch she ain't no ho, she my girlfriend

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
b*tch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep
b*tch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat
b*tch, this ain't lust, so it's love
b*tch, this ain't the connect, this the plug
b*tch, this ain't beef, this is world war
b*tch, this ain't a show, this a world tour
b*tch, you don't know me, man, you know me
b*tch, this ain't the problem, this the solution
Feelin' like my chakras aligned, from now on, call me Don
Rhymin' for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan
n*ggas askin' for a cut, they just way out of line, Thugger

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Big Sean]
Ho, this ain't no Ford, this a Maserati
This is not a movie, baby, this a real dead body
I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley (Yeah)
I f*ck her one night then I'ma duck up out it
You do anything for this lil' b*tch you might be a Cosby
Speakin' of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly, uh
You better not tell nobody, zip it, Giuseppe Zanotti (Yeah)
Hit from the back, turn to a car when I'm backin' out it, yeah
Hit him with ten, f*ck it, hammer gon' MAC his body
[Bridge: Young Thug & Big Sean]
Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum-dum (Hit 'em up like)
Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum (Hit 'em up like)
Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum (Yeah, I hit 'em up like)
Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum

[Chorus: Big Sean]
b*tch, this ain't a boss, this a boss up
b*tch, this isn't for sure, this a toss up
Ho, this ain't Toyota, this European
b*tch, she ain't a ho, she my girlfriend

[Verse 3: Big Sean & Gucci Mane]
b*tch, this ain't time, this is our time
b*tch, this ain't the plug, this the power line
b*tch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci (It's Gucci)
b*tch, you ain't know me, man you know me (Yeah)
b*tch, this ain't Adidas, this Puma
b*tch, that ain't the truth, that's a rumor (Yeah)
b*tch, you ain't my friend, you a tumor
b*tch, that ain't the new one, this newer
b*tch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch times
No foul lines, just front lines
f*ck takin' sh*t, boy, I just take what's mine
And I'm still hungry like a n*gga was unsigned
Don't nobody want this sh*t more than I want mine
f*ck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine
When you get the ball, boy, you be fumblin'
When you talk that sh*t, be mumblin'
Man, I got my one shot, f*cked around and and-one'd it
If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look
Run you out your house and now your ass apartment huntin'
From that Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that
Don't f*ck with my crazy ass, boy, your mama should've told you that
One way in and one way out this life just like a cul-de-sac
The hood behind me like a cobra back
You quote the internet, I quote the facts
But snake n*ggas never tell the truth, you a liar
If you swear to God one more time on your life you might die
[Outro: Big Sean & Future]
Real ones, I know you feel me
Independent women, know you feel me
If you self-made, then you feel me
Text from my girl, she said "Come feel me up"
Real dawgs, I know you feel me
My OG's, know they feel me, yeah
Bad b*tch, she want to feel me
Text from my girl, she said "Come feel me up"
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you