Oddball
By, yeah, me
Mama told me as a youngin'
Never lie and get money
Brother told me keep quiet
Never fall for a dummy
Told me focus on the dollar
Better stay with some sense
'Cause bitches trap for the money
Niggas hit with a grip
I got these charges I'm facing
Lord knows, I'm praying for wins
If labels mention the millions
Then I'll be telling them ten
I gotta get this degree
I'm trying to make me some M's
I got a drive for the Lord
While Nissan dodging these sins
Dreams got turned into a purpose
I had to make it on purpose
My mama 'bout to get evicted now
Thinking should I sell it hard or dish it soft to keep her heated now
Father never wanted me
No matter what he telling me
A real man handle biz', yeah
No matter what the penalty
At least that what they telling me
I'm just like you
Flow with the words, I know I'm just like you
But does that mean I'll never love them or do them dirty like you did
You stupid
You stupid
Oddball
We used to pray for them Porches
Spending every day in church
We knew the verses rewarded us
The 16's couldn't save us, the block couldn't raise us, 5-0 really hate us
In the hood, it's ball out of be a rap star
You trap hard
Go to college and get your black card
Bullets fly at night that have to make you hit the mat hard
Starving late at night, you start to think of moving heroin
Mom's gets the notice
I notice that she's hurting
I'm trying to make her proud
That's why my practice making permanent
I ain't trying to see the hearses
So I'm buried in the verses
Mom's needs her own crib
Bro needs his own biz'
And I need to graduate
And make it for the whole crib
Gang-affiliated, Warview
We amazing, nigga
I rep my hood like Jamaicans
And the ones that ain't even Jamaicans
I got the vibe I'mma make it
I know this shit took some patience
Facing five charges
To go to school I gotta pay charges, I got fired
'Cause cooking chicken won't keep a nigga in college
But I guess my knowledge ain't worth it as long as they making dollars
And I still level up
Sometimes I feel like running with options
Like I should hit up Cam or maybe draft me a Watson
They don't know, I got a dollar in my pocket
And I'm just trying to get some quarters back
Remy said he quarterbacking with the quarter bags
Fast dreams, 30 minutes or less
We used to order that
We used to order that
'Cause I was born to be an oddball
(I was born to be an oddball)
I was born to be an oddball
(I was born to be an oddball)
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Oddball
By, yeah, me
Mama told me as a youngin'
Never lie and get money
Brother told me keep quiet
Never fall for a dummy
Told me focus on the dollar
Better stay with some sense
'Cause bitches trap for the money
Niggas hit with a grip
I got these charges I'm facing
Lord knows, I'm praying for wins
If labels mention the millions
Then I'll be telling them ten
I gotta get this degree
I'm trying to make me some M's
I got a drive for the Lord
While Nissan dodging these sins
Dreams got turned into a purpose
I had to make it on purpose
My mama 'bout to get evicted now
Thinking should I sell it hard or dish it soft to keep her heated now
Father never wanted me
No matter what he telling me
A real man handle biz', yeah
No matter what the penalty
At least that what they telling me
I'm just like you
Flow with the words, I know I'm just like you
But does that mean I'll never love them or do them dirty like you did
You stupid
You stupid
Oddball
We used to pray for them Porches
Spending every day in church
We knew the verses rewarded us
The 16's couldn't save us, the block couldn't raise us, 5-0 really hate us
In the hood, it's ball out of be a rap star
You trap hard
Go to college and get your black card
Bullets fly at night that have to make you hit the mat hard
Starving late at night, you start to think of moving heroin
Mom's gets the notice
I notice that she's hurting
I'm trying to make her proud
That's why my practice making permanent
I ain't trying to see the hearses
So I'm buried in the verses
Mom's needs her own crib
Bro needs his own biz'
And I need to graduate
And make it for the whole crib
Gang-affiliated, Warview
We amazing, nigga
I rep my hood like Jamaicans
And the ones that ain't even Jamaicans
I got the vibe I'mma make it
I know this shit took some patience
Facing five charges
To go to school I gotta pay charges, I got fired
'Cause cooking chicken won't keep a nigga in college
But I guess my knowledge ain't worth it as long as they making dollars
And I still level up
Sometimes I feel like running with options
Like I should hit up Cam or maybe draft me a Watson
They don't know, I got a dollar in my pocket
And I'm just trying to get some quarters back
Remy said he quarterbacking with the quarter bags
Fast dreams, 30 minutes or less
We used to order that
We used to order that
'Cause I was born to be an oddball
(I was born to be an oddball)
I was born to be an oddball
(I was born to be an oddball)
By, yeah, me
Mama told me as a youngin'
Never lie and get money
Brother told me keep quiet
Never fall for a dummy
Told me focus on the dollar
Better stay with some sense
'Cause bitches trap for the money
Niggas hit with a grip
I got these charges I'm facing
Lord knows, I'm praying for wins
If labels mention the millions
Then I'll be telling them ten
I gotta get this degree
I'm trying to make me some M's
I got a drive for the Lord
While Nissan dodging these sins
Dreams got turned into a purpose
I had to make it on purpose
My mama 'bout to get evicted now
Thinking should I sell it hard or dish it soft to keep her heated now
Father never wanted me
No matter what he telling me
A real man handle biz', yeah
No matter what the penalty
At least that what they telling me
I'm just like you
Flow with the words, I know I'm just like you
But does that mean I'll never love them or do them dirty like you did
You stupid
You stupid
Oddball
We used to pray for them Porches
Spending every day in church
We knew the verses rewarded us
The 16's couldn't save us, the block couldn't raise us, 5-0 really hate us
In the hood, it's ball out of be a rap star
You trap hard
Go to college and get your black card
Bullets fly at night that have to make you hit the mat hard
Starving late at night, you start to think of moving heroin
Mom's gets the notice
I notice that she's hurting
I'm trying to make her proud
That's why my practice making permanent
I ain't trying to see the hearses
So I'm buried in the verses
Mom's needs her own crib
Bro needs his own biz'
And I need to graduate
And make it for the whole crib
Gang-affiliated, Warview
We amazing, nigga
I rep my hood like Jamaicans
And the ones that ain't even Jamaicans
I got the vibe I'mma make it
I know this shit took some patience
Facing five charges
To go to school I gotta pay charges, I got fired
'Cause cooking chicken won't keep a nigga in college
But I guess my knowledge ain't worth it as long as they making dollars
And I still level up
Sometimes I feel like running with options
Like I should hit up Cam or maybe draft me a Watson
They don't know, I got a dollar in my pocket
And I'm just trying to get some quarters back
Remy said he quarterbacking with the quarter bags
Fast dreams, 30 minutes or less
We used to order that
We used to order that
'Cause I was born to be an oddball
(I was born to be an oddball)
I was born to be an oddball
(I was born to be an oddball)
Writer: Corey Brown, Orion Burke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid