Against All Odds

[Talking: 2Pac]

Yeah nigga, yeah – that’s right

Baby, that’s how we do it!

[Verse 1: Trae]

I’m back up in it once again and who that claimin' that throne?

Bitch I’m a asshole, tell them mothafuckers I’m home

Still kickin it on my own, feds tappin' my phone

I’m in the hood, livin' what these niggas rap in a song (fake ass)

I remind ‘em they dead wrong in the city I’m the king

And I can show you what it mean while I’m holdin’ this red beam

Niggas know the team, A.B.N and ain’t no doubt we touch ‘em all

Big, small, or tall, motto forever fuck 'em all

I heard 'em tell me that my attitude was out of line

I told 'em suck a dick and it’s best to stay the fuck out of mine

Just for that tell them hoe niggas, they ass is out of time

I got it on my mind so it’s understood who the fuck’ll shine

I’m comin’ ‘round the corner, lookin’ for a couple cats

Sittin' in the Hoop while my niggas sellin' a couple packs

Anybody can get it tell ‘em shoot me a couple stacks

They want the streets, I’ll show 'em where the fuck it’s at

[Chorus: Trae]

Talk to ‘em, I don’t know what the fuck these niggas is on

Homie against all odds

Tryna count me the fuck out. Nigga I am the motherfucking streets

Against all odds

They better get they mind right I’m back at it again

Homie against all odds

And I am (who you talkin’ ‘bout) Trae tha motherfuckin’ Truth

Against all odds

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

Follow me, tell me if you feel me – I think niggas is tryna kill me

Picturin'pistols spittin hollow points till they drill me

Keepin'it real, and even if I do conceal

My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel

See niggas is false – sittin in court – turned snitches

They use to be real, but now they petrified bitches

I’m tryna be strong they sendin armies out to bomb me

Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me

Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm

I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world till I’m gone

Bitches be warned, word is bond, you’ll get torn

I’m bustin on Guilliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong

And then it’s on, before I leave picture me

I’m spittin at punk bitches – and hustlin to be free

Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it

Bet it make these jealous niggas mad – I said it

This Thug Life nigga we don’t cater to you hoes

Fuck with me, have a hundred mothafuckers at yo do' – with 4-4’s

HahaHaha, Yeah nigga, Thug Life

[Chorus: Trae]

[Verse 3: Trae]

Tell ‘em if they lookin 4 me ain’t nothin changed, still posted up with a couple thugs

With a couple straps in my lap, holdin a couple slugs

I’m in a Chevrolet floatin on a couple dubs

Run up on me I’m a put 'em in ya chest like it’s nothin but love

I’m in the game but still I feel like I’m against 'em all

I’m in my zone, I lace 'em up and take it to the wall

I swear I’m a G – and I’m a be that way until I fall

The shit I’m on’ll have you prayin Jesus’ll answer ya call

Then it be known that I’m against all odds

I prophesize through the hood – in underneath all guards

Bitch I’m here to put the fire underneath all frauds

So any nigga in my way’ll be a mothafucker scarred

I’m the truth so reconize a livin legend in ya face

Before I catch a attitude and go to catch another case

I’m full speed, for the ride it ain’t gon'be another race

And if you think it’s somethin weak, then we can fall up out of place, motherfucker

[Chorus: Trae]

[Verse 4: Trae]

I’m on the edge feelin' like a nigga hard to kill

And fuck them niggas anyway cause they don’t keep it real

This mac eleven be enough to make a hater chill

Run up on me, I can show you how the fuck it feel

Fuck my foes and my use to be friends – I’m all good ‘long as I’m gettin my ends

Homie against all odds, I let 'em know it ain’t no need to pretend

So tell them niggas that I’m back at it again