| Close my eyes, and I relapse
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| Memories of things, I never ever had
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| In a world where our skeletons entertain the mass
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| Where people have opinions but don’t know the half
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| Where nobody really knows what you go through
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| I been trying to dodge the block, like a post move
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| But this street shit run through my veins
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| Upgraded my situation, don’t mean I don’t go through pain
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| How you wait for the sun, but ain’t been through the rain
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| Don’t know the pressure of fame
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| When millions of people mention your name
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| When bitches from your city talking filthy, they greasy
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| They wanna run you out of your lane
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| I guess it’s apart of the game
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| Well fuck 'em, they can leave out the door that they came
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| Molly World still the same, yeah
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| On live, spending time with my baby
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| Who would have thought toy gun a make the world go crazy?
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| But it’s Brazy, I’m eighteen and I’m gravy
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| Got money stacked to the ceiling, still screaming
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| «Fuck you nigga, pay me!»
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| This beef shit is like rabies, hoes foaming out they mouth lately
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| They should show they gratitude, 'cause a young bitch done made it
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| How the fuck we from the same city, and sis still hating?
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| That simple shit, I didn’t take it personal, I got patience
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| Plus a bitch got paper, yeah, I swear my life a fucking movie
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| These bitches drooling, and I’m out here sitting loogy
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| I switched leagues
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| 'Cause my old team was toxic
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| That ivy
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| We was family, now a bitch can’t even her IG
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| Sometimes I look back, and some shit I can’t believe
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| But I keep moving, I’m built different
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| No fuck shit can stop me
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| You know you gotta stand tall
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| You can make it out your city, ya
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| Can’t nobody stop you
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| You gotta beat the odds, you gotta beat the odds
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| You know you gotta beat the odds
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| Can’t nobody stop you
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| You know you gotta beat the odds
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| Chase your dream at full speed, even though shit gets hard
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| No father figure in my life, I still beat the odds
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| I’m just a voice for a young girl from them trenches, God
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| I came from being lost, success was a mirage
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| You see that Draco with me, and you think a murder charge
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| I see that Draco, it remind to shoot for the stars
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| In a world where niggas do not respect the queen
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| Sometimes you gotta point, aim, and shoot to change things
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| Every hood the same thing, feds lurking at the same scene
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| Trap life at the same scheme, Baking soda and a triple beam
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| System designed to lock us up, take our chance to shine
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| Gotta stay focused on the end result, don’t ever lose your mind
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| You know you gotta stand tall
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| You can make it out your city, ya
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| Can’t nobody stop you
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| You gotta beat the odds, you gotta beat the odds
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| You know you gotta beat the odds
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| Can’t nobody stop you
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| You know you gotta beat the odds |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Molly's Story , by - Molly Brazy. Song from the album Big Brazy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп