Lil Tjay - Beat the Odds (Lyrics)

Lil Tjay - Beat the Odds (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Follow Lil Tjay: @liltjay #LilTjay #BeattheOdds #Rapcity ➥ 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 lookin’ out tryna bring a n*gga 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 [Verse 1] 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 ceiling ’Cause we catch a opp and send him to the sky (Doot) They be like, “Tjay, why do you move around with all them 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 [Chorus] 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 n*gga 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 [Verse 2] Shittin’ on these n*ggas 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 a opp, before he died, his face said, “Why me?“ How the fuck I’m livin’? All these n*ggas wan’ 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 n*ggas back and forth tryna pop up like a 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 probably ’Cause I ain’t Dummy, Rah, U.E, or Woo Lotti [Chorus] 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 n*gga 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 [Outro] No, I can’t lose the millies I found