Lyrics Odds Ain't Fair - Apollo Brown feat. Hassaan Mackey
"And
I
can′t
help
myself
Just
can't
help
myself
oooh
And
I
can′t
help
myself
Just
can't
help
myself
oooh
And
I
can't
help
myself
Just
can′t
help
myself
oooh
Just
can′t
help
myself
oooh"
Since
you
ain't
never
been
here
before
let′s
take
a
lil'
tour
Eat
with
the
rich,
starve
with
the
poor
Trade
you
a
piece
of
my
war
story
for
yours
Minus
braggadocios,
dope
punchlines
and
metaphors
Double
barrel
pump
shotguns
be
blarin′
off
On
blocks
where
churches
across
from
corner
stores
Sellin'
poison,
hearin′
noise
from
car
be
them
boys
With
it
blastin'
it
sound
it
like
crashin'
them
boards
Watch
cop
car
stop
to
ask
it′s
our
chore
right?
Weed,
speed
the
same
thing
as
yours
ock
Tryin′
to
score
a
piece
of
the
pie
before
it
dissipates
The
vanishin'
is
smoke
to
life,
let′s
participate
Put
your
hands
together
in
unison
To
demonstrate
the
reason
we
grow
up
young
guns
with
demo
tapes
Starin'
at
the
venues
of
light,
tryin′
to
vision
straight
Pullin'
at
the
fabric
and
tearin′
at
the
ticket
tape
I
got
my
eyes
on
the
prize
of
life
Got
my
hands
on
the
mic
device
Like
it
might
be
the
last
time
Speak
about
a
place
in
the
world
where
we
hardly
see
the
sunshine
And
even
though
the
sun
shine
It's
cold
out
here,
still
I
move
in
the
world
with
no
fear
And
I
ain't
runnin′
like
I′m
scared
Got
it
on
me,
I
came
prepared
"And
I
can't
help
myself
Just
can′t
help
myself
oooh
And
I
can't
help
myself
Just
can′t
help
myself
oooh
And
I
can't
help
myself
Just
can′t
help
myself
oooh
Just
can't
help
myself
oooh"
Since
you
ain't
never
been
here
before
let′s
take
a
lil′
tour
Give
with
the
rich,
steal
from
the
poor
Trade
you
a
piece
of
my
history
for
yours
Just
to
find
out
who's
weight
in
this
world
is
worth
more
The
man
with
the
plan
in
his
hand
is
dyin′
to
score
In
a
world
full
of
terror
and
gunshots
galore
Goin'
off
in
the
midst
of
tryin′
to
get
yours
The
rules
never
stick
to
life's
main
accord
You
fightin′
in
a
war
on
turf
that
ain't
yours
And
the
killer
killin'?
for
all
who
ain′t
saw
Then
blame
it
on
y′all
like
it
starts
with
the
heart
exists
But
hates
man
escapes
through
targets
The
target
is
dollarless,
pharmacists
heartless,
hard
as
they
armor
is
Stashin'
they
dope
where
they
momma
live
This
is
what
drama
is
Honor
gets
traded
for
scholarships
Based
on
how
well
you
can
chop
and
sit
I
got
my
eyes
on
the
prize
of
life
Got
my
hands
on
the
mic
device
Like
it
might
be
the
last
time
Speak
about
a
place
in
the
world
where
we
hardly
see
the
sunshine
And
even
though
the
sun
shine
It′s
cold
out
here,
still
I
move
in
the
world
with
no
fear
And
I
ain't
runnin′
like
I'm
scared
Got
it
on
me,
I
came
prepared
"And
I
can′t
help
myself
Just
can't
help
myself
oooh
And
I
can't
help
myself
Just
can′t
help
myself
oooh
And
I
can′t
help
myself
Just
can't
help
myself
oooh
Just
can′t
help
myself
oooh"
1 Our Time (Intro)
2 Hungry
3 Lower the Boom
4 Beauty of a Day
5 Seasons
6 Balance
7 Odds Ain't Fair
8 Brainwash
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