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Lil Tjay – Beat the Odds Lyrics

Lil Tjay Beat the Odds 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 nigga down
Just thinkin’ ’bout the possibility I found
Far out in 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
But I squeeze first, I can’t lose the millies I found

Bussin’ off the stoinky, wishin’ I was off a bean
No stock, 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
Flown away, I don’t give a fuck about no ceilin’, ’cause we catch a opp and send him to the sky
It be like “Tjay, why do you move around with all them fuckin’ guns?”
I just tell them “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’m not 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 found
Far out in 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
But 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
Sasha wit’ 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 stop overlookin’, Margaret, that’s wallahi
Millies in my bank account, but still ain’t nothin’ jolly
These niggas back and forth, try and pop up like an ollie
You heard they killed who? Drugs talkin’, sound like molly
Can someone tell the flaws? 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 found
Far out in 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
But I squeeze first, I can’t lose the millies I found

No, I can’t lose the millies I found

  • Written by: Lil Tjay
  • Album: Beat the Odds
  • Released: 2022

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