Beat the Odds (feat. SinoRich) - Deon4l

I don't need a reason Tell me, when we didn't fall Do you wanna leave me? Tell me, we'll fall Grateful for the shit I got 'cause I come from a hard life Demons on my mental, saw some shit I wanna archive Feds lookin' out tryna bring a nigga down Just thinkin' 'bout the possibility, I frown Far out on that water, Father, don't let me drown I can hear my grandma sayin', "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 Bussin' off the stoinky wishin' I was off a bean, no stalk I was hungry for that money like a fiend Too deep in that water, my life ain't have no order Melodic blue stories, I'm feelin' like Baby Keem I do my own thing, fuck it, I took seven shots, no shame Back to wall, I'm still gon' blow you down, I ain't no stain Flow on Wayne, I don't give a fuck about no ceilin' 'Cause we catch an opp, and send him to the sky (doot) They be like, "Tjay, why do you move around with all 'em fuckin' guns?" I just tell 'em 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 lookin' out tryna bring a nigga down Just thinkin' 'bout the possibility, I frown Far out on that water, Father, don't let me drown I can hear my grandma sayin', "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 Shittin' on these niggas be my hobby I know they mad wishin' they had finished me entirely Shassa with 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 livin'? All these niggas wanna fry me One day they'll stop overlookin' my gift, that's wallahi Millies in my bank account, but still ain't nothin' jolly These niggas back and forth tryna pop up like an ollie You heard they killed who? Drugs talkin', sound like Molly Can someone tell the vlogs, "Get off of my D"? Never had no doubt if I'm gon' make it or no prolly '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 lookin' out tryna bring a nigga down Just thinkin' 'bout the possibility, I frown Far out on that water, Father, don't let me drown I can hear my grandma sayin', "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 No, I can't lose the millies I found

Bitch, this ain't no boss it's a boss up Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch she ain't no hoe, she my girlfriend Bitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep Bitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat Bitch, this ain't lust so it's love Bitch, this ain't the connect, this the plug Bitch, this ain't beef, this world war Bitch, this ain't a show it's a world tour Bitch, you don't know me, yeah you knew me Bitch, this ain't the problem, this the solution Feeling like my chakras aligned From now on call me Don Rhyming for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan Niggas asking for a cut, they just way out of line Thugger Hoe, ain't no Ford, this a Maserati This is not a movie, baby, this a real dead body I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley I fuck her one night then I'ma duck up outta You do anything for this 'lil bitch you might be a Cosby Speaking of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly You better not tell nobody, zip it, just zips and addy Hit from the back, turn to a car when I'm backing out it Hit it with 10, fuck it, I'ma go smack his body Hit 'em up like Did 'em up like Hit 'em up like Bitch, this ain't a boss this a boss up Bitch, this isn't for sure, this a toss up Hoe, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch, she ain't a hoe, she's my girlfriend Bitch, this ain't time, this is our time Bitch, this isn't the plug, this the power line Bitch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci It's Gucci Bitch, you ain't know me now you know me (yeah) Bitch, this ain't Adidas this Puma Bitch, that ain't the truth that's a rumor Bitch, you ain't my friend you a tumor Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch time Now foul lines, just front lines Fuck taking shit, boy, I just take what's mine And I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsigned Don't nobody want this shit more than I want mine Fuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine When you get the ball, boy, you be fumbling When you talk that shit be mumbling Man, I got my one shot Fucked around and and-one'd it If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look Run you out your house and now your ass apartment hunting From the Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy Your mama should've told you that When we in it, one way out This life just like a cul de sac The hood behind me like a cobra back You quote the internet, I quote the facts But snake niggas never tell the truth You a liar If you swear to God one more time on your life you might die Real ones, I know you feel me Independent women, I know you feel me If you self-made me then you feel me Text from my girl said "Come feel me up" Real dawgs, I know you feel me My OG's know they feel me, yeah Bad bitch, she want to feel me Text from my girl said "Come feel me up" If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you