Letra de Beat the Odds - Real Boston Richey

(Feat. [])

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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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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