Beat the Odds Lyrics by Lil Tjay is latest English song with music also given by KXVI, Desirez beats, KBeaZy. Beat the Odds song lyrics are written by Lil Tjay, KXVI, Desirez beats, KBeaZy.
Beat the Odds Song Detail
| Song Name: | Beat the Odds |
| Singer: | Lil Tjay |
| Composer: | KXVI, Desirez beats, KBeaZy |
| Lyrics by: | Lil Tjay, KXVI, Desirez beats, KBeaZy |
| Music Label: | Columbia Records |
Beat the Odds Lyrics
Grateful for the sh!t I got ’cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental, saw some sh!t I wanna archive
Feds looking out tryna bring a n!gga 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 aingt have no order
Melodic blue stories, I’m feeling like Baby Keem
I do my own thing, fu*k it, I took seven shots, no shame
Back to wall, I’m still gon’ blow you down, I aingt no stain
Flow on Wayne, I don’t give a fu*k 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 fu*king guns?”
I just tell them that’s ’cause I don’t wanna die
And trust me, I don’t lie, can’t fu*k 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 sh!t I got ’cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental, saw some sh!t I wanna archive
Feds looking out tryna bring a n!gga 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 n!ggas be my hobby
I know they mad wishing 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 fu*k I’m living? All these n!ggas wan’ fry me
One day they’ll stop overlooking my gift, that’s wallahi
Millies in my bank account, but still aingt nothing jolly
These n!ggas back and forth tryna pop up like a ollie
You heard they killed who? Drugs talking, 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 aingt Dummy, Rah, U.E, or Woo Lotti
Grateful for the sh!t I got ’cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental, saw some sh!t I wanna archive
Feds looking out tryna bring a n!gga 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
No, I can’t lose the millies I found