Beat The Odds ft. Saynt Roulette Lyrics

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