Beat Da Odds
Im just trying to beat the odds
357 Send the odds to be with God
Ride with that stick because ma say not to spare that rod
Don't spoil that child or he gonna find out life to hard
And all this started in a trailer on the dark
Got to love myself because loving others just too hard
Introverted life done left the boy with scares
Can't leave her a loan I'm cutting up my credit cards
Borderline depression I been popping xanny bars
Roll me a fat one and go have a talk with God
Ever since my aunty died swear life been getting hard
Put down that strap they say my tongue is like a sword
Pick up that strap and I'm gone buss it at them boys
Mama said she scared for me on drugs because I'm a star
Mama say she scared for me on drugs don't go too hard
Black flag on me I bang that gang from Illinois
Shot at them niggas but that shit there wasn't my choice
Now in my head I see that body and hear that voice
Booted up off Molly that shit coming through my pours
Met a bitch named Shyanne and she let me drive her porshe
Im just trying to beat the odds
357 Send the odds to be with God
Ride with that stick because ma say not to spare that rod
Don't spoil that child or he gonna find out life to hard
And all this started in a trailer on the dark
Got to love myself because loving others just too hard
Introverted life done left the boy with scares
Can't leave her a loan I'm cutting up my credit cards
Before I fuck that crazy bitch ill rather master-bate
I told that bitch me and yo ex can box them lil games I don't play
She want to see me live I want to see her graduate
Just keep them squares up out your head and walk across that stage
Lately no I cant spend time bitch i'm on that stage
Eating T-bone steak in another state
I knew that it was hate they ain't say congratulations
Feeling like a doctor why they test my patients
Mama say be patient baby I been waiting
Thought I'd be a angel but i'm bad as satan
Strap up on my waist he know that I'll waste him
Wicks all in my head they thinking i'm a Haitian
Im just trying to beat the odds
357 Send the odds to be with God
Ride with that stick because ma say not to spare that rod
Don't spoil that child or he gonna find out life to hard
And all this started in a trailer on the dark
Got to love myself because loving others just too hard
Introverted life done left the boy with scares
Can't leave her a loan I'm cutting up my credit cards
357 Send the odds to be with God
Ride with that stick because ma say not to spare that rod
Don't spoil that child or he gonna find out life to hard
And all this started in a trailer on the dark
Got to love myself because loving others just too hard
Introverted life done left the boy with scares
Can't leave her a loan I'm cutting up my credit cards
Borderline depression I been popping xanny bars
Roll me a fat one and go have a talk with God
Ever since my aunty died swear life been getting hard
Put down that strap they say my tongue is like a sword
Pick up that strap and I'm gone buss it at them boys
Mama said she scared for me on drugs because I'm a star
Mama say she scared for me on drugs don't go too hard
Black flag on me I bang that gang from Illinois
Shot at them niggas but that shit there wasn't my choice
Now in my head I see that body and hear that voice
Booted up off Molly that shit coming through my pours
Met a bitch named Shyanne and she let me drive her porshe
Im just trying to beat the odds
357 Send the odds to be with God
Ride with that stick because ma say not to spare that rod
Don't spoil that child or he gonna find out life to hard
And all this started in a trailer on the dark
Got to love myself because loving others just too hard
Introverted life done left the boy with scares
Can't leave her a loan I'm cutting up my credit cards
Before I fuck that crazy bitch ill rather master-bate
I told that bitch me and yo ex can box them lil games I don't play
She want to see me live I want to see her graduate
Just keep them squares up out your head and walk across that stage
Lately no I cant spend time bitch i'm on that stage
Eating T-bone steak in another state
I knew that it was hate they ain't say congratulations
Feeling like a doctor why they test my patients
Mama say be patient baby I been waiting
Thought I'd be a angel but i'm bad as satan
Strap up on my waist he know that I'll waste him
Wicks all in my head they thinking i'm a Haitian
Im just trying to beat the odds
357 Send the odds to be with God
Ride with that stick because ma say not to spare that rod
Don't spoil that child or he gonna find out life to hard
And all this started in a trailer on the dark
Got to love myself because loving others just too hard
Introverted life done left the boy with scares
Can't leave her a loan I'm cutting up my credit cards
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Writer(s): Malcolm Hayes
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