"Beat The Odds" lyrics
"Beat The Odds"
Even though the jokes don't be on them, they be ready to laugh
I ain't gotta kill a nigga, I knew they wasn't gon' last
Different places, different vibes, that call for different masks
I told my nigga that's disrespectful, I let you pay the tab
Everything I said I was gon' do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don't care who ridin' past
I take my time with it 'cause niggas goin' nowhere fast
Been lackin' time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It's been some months, I'm sayin', "Fuck that shit, I can't be sad"
My heart broken, baby, it's in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin' lately, tell me, "Chill," I need the cash
I don't want a lady 'cause these bitches be actin' bad
I wish my day one changed on me, should've killed his ass
Shit crazy, last year, I was trappin' Ziploc bags
Supported everybody with they music, they still flipped out mad
I don't care who take off on me, I'ma still be glad
Before I give a bitch my time, let me get your socials
Life a gamble and this shit that I'm doin' like playin' poker
The only difference is you slippin', you gon' die a loafer
You lose your life, you can't get it back, I ain't jokin'
Everything I said I was gon' do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don't care who ridin' past
I take my time with it 'cause niggas goin' nowhere fast
Been lackin' time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It's been some months, I'm sayin', "Fuck that shit, I can't be sad"
My heart broken, baby, it's in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin' lately, tell me, "Chill," I need the cash
I don't want a lady 'cause these bitches be actin' bad
I be askin' God why I couldn't play basketball
I'm in the cut like peroxide or some alcohol
I gave it up, all my trap phones, I done passed it off
Church on the phone, up all night waitin' on the pastor call
'Cause I can't make it in Sunday, but I'ma make it one way
I'm on the road, state-to-state, doin' different shows
I'm wakin' up makin' music, used to wake up, trap a load
A bitch'll fuck your main nigga, these bitches, they gettin' bold
I'm fightin' these attachments all my life, I'm in a hole
I miss them days when mama was standin' up, cookin' over the stove
I want her to still be in my life, but I see what she done chose
That bitch done chose the streets over me, these bitches hoes
If they would've did them niggas how they did me, they would've fold
I think it's time to Moncler me, this shit here gettin' cold
I know why niggas hatin' on, they see how I done grown
They can't wait to be on top of me, spreadin' rumors, they say I told
Everything I said I was gon' do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don't care who ridin' past
I take my time with it 'cause niggas goin' nowhere fast
Been lackin' time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It's been some months, I'm sayin', "Fuck that shit, I can't be sad"
My heart broken, baby, it's in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin' lately, tell me, "Chill," I need the cash
I don't want a lady 'cause these bitches be actin' bad
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album:
"Welcome To Bubba Land" (2023)
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