Beat The Odds Song Details:
Beat The Odds Lyrics
Grateful for the shit I got
’cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental saw some shit I wanna archive
Feds looking out tryna bring a nigga down
Just thinking about the possibility, I frown
Far out on that water, Father, don’t let me drown
I can hear my grandma saying, “Don’t let me down”
People wanna kill me, always keep my gun ’round
Pray I squeeze first, I can’t lose the millies I found
Bussing off the stoinky
Wishing I was off a bean, no stalk
I was hungry for that money like a fiend
Too deep in that water, my life might have no order
Melodic blue stories, I’m feeling like Baby Keem
I do my own thing, fuck it, I took seven shots, no shame
Back to the wall, I’m still gon’ blow you down, I ain’t no stain
Flow on Wayne, I don’t give a fuck about no ceiling
‘Cause we catch an opp and send them to the sky
They are like “Tjay, why do you move around
With all the fucking guns?”
I just tell them “That’s ’cause I don’t wanna die”
And trust me I don’t lie
Can’t fuck up, I’m a star right now
If I wasn’t quick to blow
I would be in the stars right now
Grateful for the shit I got ’cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental saw some shit I wanna archive
Feds looking out tryna bring a nigga down
Just thinking about the possibility, I frown
Far out on that water, Father, don’t let me drown
I can hear my grandma saying, “Don’t let me down”
People wanna kill me, always keep my gun ’round
Pray I squeeze first, I can’t lose the millies I found
Shitting on these niggas be my hobby
I know they were mad, wishing they had finished me entirely
Shasta wit’ me, lil’ bro say he tryna catch a body
Seen bullets hit an opp
Before he died his face said, “Why me?”
How the fuck I’m living? All these niggas wanna fry me
One day they’ll stop overlooking my gift, that’s wallahi
Millies in my bank account, but still at nothing jolly
These niggas back and forth, tryna pop up like an ollie
You heard they killed who? Drugs talking, sound like molly
Can someone tell the vlogs, “Get off of my D”?
Never had any doubt if I’m gon’ make it or no problem
‘Cause I ain’t Dummy, Rah, U.E or Woo Lotti
Grateful for the shit I got ’cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental saw some shit I wanna archive
Feds looking out tryna bring a nigga down
Just thinking about the possibility, I frown
Far out on that water, Father, don’t let me drown
I can hear my grandma saying, “Don’t let me down”
People wanna kill me, always keep my gun ’round
Pray I squeeze first, I can’t lose the millies I found