Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beat The Odds , by - Derez De'ShonRelease date: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beat The Odds |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, back against the wall |
| Laced my boots and stood up tall, told my niggas I won’t fall |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, back against the wall |
| Laced my boots and stood up tall, told my niggas I won’t fall |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, hey |
| Uh, look at the cards, I was dealt from the start |
| I played 'em regardless (Yay) |
| I gave it my all, stayed down and I came up (Came up) |
| Never hated or changed up (Changed up) |
| Every day that I wake up (Wake up), I let God know I’m thankful (Thank the Lord) |
| 'Cause I could’ve been dead or in prison |
| Free Drinkin' Juice, oh I miss him |
| Thoughts in my head got me trippin' (Yeah, yeah) |
| I be poppin' these meds, no prescription (Yeah, yeah) |
| All I see is head how I’m livin' (Yeah, yeah) |
| All of my prayers 'bout forgiveness (Yeah, yeah) |
| My bitch send me prayers out the scriptures |
| I swear I be scared when I miss 'em, ohh |
| No one ask Derez how he feelin', ohh |
| Go hard for DJ and Chariot, ohh |
| I’ma keep it G 'til I’m buried, hey, Derez De’Shon |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, back against the wall |
| Laced my boots and stood up tall, told my niggas I won’t fall |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, back against the wall |
| Laced my boots and stood up tall, told my niggas I won’t fall |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, hey |
| Beat the odds, beat the charge, beat the streets apart |
| Self-employed, I’m that boy, baby I’m that boy |
| My Audemar cost me eighty large, bitch I beat the odds |
| And my yard filled with foreign cars, bitch I beat the odds, yeah |
| All these scars, bitch I had it hard, now I feel like God |
| All these broads wanna be with the boy, they tryna beat the odds |
| Can’t believe I had to work a egg beater boy, yeah |
| Can’t believe we used to weigh it in a beaker boy, yeah |
| Uh, cocaine flow, propane smoke, what you came for? |
| Ayy, pimp a bitch, get a dollar out a stank ho |
| And don’t never let a nigga count your bankroll |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, back against the wall |
| Laced my boots and stood up tall, told my niggas I won’t fall |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, back against the wall |
| Laced my boots and stood up tall, told my niggas I won’t fall |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, yeah, yeah |
| I’m just tryna beat the odds, hey |