Letra de Beat the Odds Pt. 2 - Lil Tjay

(Feat. Polo G)

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 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

Uh, more beef, so we got more choppers

Clean sweep, we hit 'em so proper

Knee-deep, been on that road, mama

And my new nina'll sing like a soap opera

For the gang, that's how I bleed, don't need no doctor

I can't see us lose, it's safe to say we got a cold roster

Glock work, I travel with that rock like I'm a Globetrotter

He ain't never post up or trap to get his own dollars

Can't trust a ho 'cause all them lies, she told a whole lot of

Now she turned to somethin' I'd pass on

Got a pretty bitch down in Philly, she a bad jawn

Like slow it down, I can't fuck you to no fast song

A trip to Miami, had the doctor put her ass on

My prayers weren't answered like I'm talkin' to the skies wrong

Ditched and hit the block, I used to hate to be in class long

Jim Carrey, I'm a different person with that mask on

You don't wanna be the one that we hop out and spaz on, uh

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 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

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 ain't Dr. Seuss, but I keep two things

Nina pop, never got time to record, but she sing

They run track, I know I would be a dummy if I lack

Brodie never been nowhere, but still he always tryna pack

Can't subtract, I'm rich, but now I'm tryna get richer

Been flyin' private lately, TSA been dyin' for pictures

I do my own thing, ain't the biggest artist yet, no shame

Writin' bars 'til they sink in, got me so drained

Flow Wayne, I don't give a fuck about no ceiling

Catch a opp and we gon' send him to the sky

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

Big old chains, I could buy like seven cars right now

Never count me out, I won't let the bars pipe down

Left a deuce like I'm tryna go to Mars right now

Really live this life, it ain't just no façades I found

See a opp, that's on bro, he better dodge my round

My last kill lookin' like Nicki Minaj in the gown, I'm so—

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 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

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