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Beat The Odds Lil TJAY  

I don't need a reason Tell me, when we didn't fall Do you wanna leave me? Tell me, we'll fall

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I don’t need a reason
Tell me, when we didn’t fall
Do you wanna leave me?
Tell me, we’ll fall

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 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
Flow on Wayne, I don’t give a fuck about no ceilin’
‘Cause we catch an opp, and send him to the sky (doot)

They be like, “Tjay, why do you move around with all ’em 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

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

Shittin’ on these niggas be my hobby
I know they mad wishin’ they had finished me entirely
Shassa with 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’ll stop overlookin’ my gift, that’s wallahi
Millies in my bank account, but still ain’t nothin’ jolly
These niggas back and forth tryna pop up like an ollie

You heard they killed who? Drugs talkin’, sound like Molly
Can someone tell the vlogs, “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 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

No, I can’t lose the millies I found

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