Even the odds Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G]Bitch, this [Bm]ain'[A]t no boss,
[F#m]this a boss up
Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up
Bitch, this ain't [G]Toyota, this European
Bitch she ain't no [D]hoe, she my girlfriend
[A]Bitch, this ain't is no nap,
this [Bm]how I sleep
Bitch, this ain't no hobby,
[G]this [D]how I eat
[A]Bitch, this ain't [Bm]lust [G]so it's love
[Bm]Bitch, [D]this ain't the con[A]nect,
this the plug
Bitch, this ain't beef,
this is [F#m]world war
Bitch, this ain't a show,
[G]this a world [Bm]tour
[D]Bitch, you don't know me,
[A]now you know me
Bitch, this ain't the prob[F#m]lem,
this the solution

[Verse 2]
Feeling [G]like my chakras aligned
From now on call [Bm]me Don
Rhyming for days,
I [D]couldn't [A]eat and it [F#m]was no[D]t Ramadan[G]
Niggas asking [Bm]for a cut,
[D]they just [A]way [F#m]out of[G] lin[D]e

[Verse 3]
[A]Hoe, [Bm]this ain't no Ford,
[G]this a [D]Maserati (Thugger)
This not [A]a movie, baby,
this a real [Bm]dead body
I'm on a one- way street,
'bout [G]to have [D]a t[A]rolley
[Bm]I fuck her one nig[G]ht then
I'mma [D]duck up [A]outta
You do anything for this [Bm]lil'
bitch you might be a Cosby
Speaking of [G]Bill Cos[Bm]by,
I spike my drink with [D]molly
You better not [A]tell nobody,
zip it, just zips [F#m]and addy
Hit from [G]the back,
[Bm]turn to a [D]car word[A] I'm backing out it, yo
[F#m]Hit it with 10, fuck it,
I'm[G]ma go mack his body
Hit 'em [Bm]up like
[D]Did 'em [A]up [D]like
Hit 'em [F#m]up lik[G]e

[Verse 4]
Bitch, this [Bm]ain't a boss,
[D]this [A]a boss up
Bitch, this [F#m]ain't for
[G]sure, this a toss up
[D]Hoe, this ain't Toyota, this European
Bitch, [A]she ain't a hoe,
she's my girlfriend
Bitch, this [Bm]ain't time, this [A]is [G]our time
[D]Bitch, this ain't the plug,
this the power line
[A]Bitch this ain't Diesel,
this Gucci (it's Gucci)
Bitch, [Bm]you ain't know me,
[G]man you [D]know [A]me (yeah)
Bitch, [Bm]this ain't Adidas, this Puma
Bitch, [G]that ain't the
[D]truth, that's a rumor
Bitch, you ain't my friend,
you [A]a tumor
Bitch, that ain't the new one,
this [Bm]newer
Bitch, this ain't fourth- quarter,
it's crunch [G]time
Now foul lines, just front lines
Fuck taking [Bm]shit,
boy, I just take what's mine
And [D]I'm still hungry

[Verse 5]
[A]like a nigga
[F#m]was unsigned
Don't nobody want this shit
[G]more than I want mine
Fuck a free meal, boy,
[Bm]I'd rather go [D]hunt [A]mine
When you get [F#m]the ball,
[G]boy, you be fumbling
[D]When you talk that [A]shit be mumbling
Man, [Bm]I got my one shot
Fucked around and [G]and- one'd it
If the dogs ain't [D]there then
they one call from it, look
Run you out your [A]house and now
your ass apartment hunting
From that [Bm]Michigan cold, and
I'm colder than that
[G]Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy
Your [D]mama should've told you that
[A]When we in it, one way out
This [Bm]life just like a cul- [A]de- sac
The hood [G]behind me
like a cobra back
You quote the inter[D]net, I quote the facts
But snake niggas nev[A]er tell the truth
You a liar
If you [Bm]swear to God one more time
on your life you [G]might die

[Verse 6]
Real ones, I know you feel me [D]In
dependent wo[A]men, I know you feel me
If you [Bm]self- made, then you feel me
[G]Text from my girl said "Come feel
me up"
Real dawgs, I [D]know you
feel me
My OG's know [A]they feel me, yeah
[Bm]Bad bitch, she w[G]ant [D]to f[A]eel me
Text from my girl [Bm]said "Come feel me up"

[Verse 7]
If Young Metro don't trust [G]you,
[D]I'm gon' shoot you
[A][Bm]