Beat The Odds (feat. Saynt Roulette)
Billionaire Sol
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All black, ski mask, all you see is teeth Just a young'un tryna make it, scrapin change so he can eat Gotta walk on tippy toes cause he tryna be discreet He ain't never had no guidance, had to turn to the streets To beat the odds, gotta hurt, just to make a name To beat the odds, gotta hurt, just to play the game To beat the odds, gotta smoke, just to keep him sane To beat the odds, gotta drink, just to ease the pain Roaches on the floor Water don't get hot Rats running around Stains on every sock Holes in the wall Look for a escape Find it in the pussy Baby on the way He ain't got no clue What he supposed to do But he know about guns, Glock 22 Draco in the back, spent all his cheese Thinking that the gang the only thing that he need Finna hit a lick, this the last one Family on his mind, he tryna be done This shit done went sour, now he on the run Took the SIM out the burner, then he threw the gun Ain't gon' never have the chance to raise his only son All black, ski mask, all you see is teeth Just a young'un tryna make it, scrapin change so he can eat Gotta walk on tippy toes cause he tryna be discreet He ain't never had no guidance, had to turn to the streets To beat the odds, gotta hurt, just to make a name To beat the odds, gotta hurt, just to play the game To beat the odds, gotta smoke, just to keep him sane To beat the odds, gotta drink, just to ease the pain He done beat the odds though, his eyes wide but his eyes low Don't ask me why though, he from Missouri Not from Kansas He not that bitch from the Oz bro Made it through the storm, he a psycho inside the cyclone His struggle turned to hustle, now he hustle when he struggle He put three rounds in the air, his revolver taught him to juggle A ape inside of the jungle He shove you if you would hug'em Affection not where he come from He real good with his words But vulnerability stumble He not a athlete but he jump guys He keep a ski mask but he ain't never heard of slump god He think his gun is everything, he think that he gon' slump god If he won't make the heavens, he told me then why would I try Connecting souls to heaven, he call his chopper the wifi Now every time his nine pop the sound make his ma cry
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Written by: Carlos Johnson, Toussaint Mosley
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