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lirik lagu beat the odds – real boston richey

[verse 1]
even though the jokes don’t be on them, they be ready to laugh
i ain’t gotta k!ll a n*gga, i knew they wasn’t gon’ last
different places, different vibes, that call for different masks
i told my n*gga that’s disrespectful, i let you pay the tab

[chorus]
everything i said i was gon’ do, it came to pass
i keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
i take my time with it ’cause n*gga goin’ nowhere fast
been lackin’ time with her, but i just wanna be a better dad
it’s been some months, i’m sayin’, “f*ck that sh*t, i can’t be sad”
my heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, i need a cast
overworkin’ lately, tell me, “chill,” i need the cash
i don’t want a lady ’cause these b*tches be actin’ bad

[verse 2]
i wish my day one changed on me, should’ve k!lled his ass
sh*t crazy, last year, i was trappin’ ziploc bags
supported everybody with they music, they still flipped out mad
i don’t care who take off on me, i’ma still be glad
before i give a b*tch my time, let me get your socials
life a gamble and this sh*t that i’m doin’ like playin’ poker
the only difference is you slippin’, you gon’ die a loafer
you close your life, you can’t get it back, i ain’t jokin’
[chorus]
everything i said i was gon’ do, it came to pass
i keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
i take my time with it ’cause n*gga goin’ nowhere fast
been lackin’ time with her, but i just wanna be a better dad
it’s been some months, i’m sayin’, “f*ck that sh*t, i can’t be sad”
my heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, i need a cast
overworkin’ lately, tell me, “chill,” i need the cash
i don’t want a lady ’cause these b*tches be actin’ bad

[verse 3]
i be askin’ god why i couldn’t play basketball
i’m in the cut like peroxide or some alcohol
i gave it up, all my trap phones, i done passed it off
church on the phone, up all night waitin’ on the pastor call
’cause i can’t make it in sunday, but i’ma make it one way
i’m on the road, state*to*state, doin’ different shows
i’m wakin’ up makin’ music, used to wake up, trap a load
a b*tch’ll f*ck your main n*gga, these b*tches, they gettin’ bold
i’m fightin’ these attachments all my life, i’m in a hole
i miss them days when mama was standin’ up, cookin’ over the stove
i want her to still be in my life, but i see what she done chose
that b*tch done chose the streets over me, these b*tches hoes
if they would’ve did them n*ggas how they did me, they would’ve fold
i think it’s time to moncler me, this sh*t here gettin’ cold
i know why n*ggas hatin’ on, they see how i done grown
they can’t wait to be on top of me, spreadin’ rumors, they say i told
[chorus]
everything i said i was gon’ do, it came to pass
i keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
i take my time with it ’cause n*gga goin’ nowhere fast
been lackin’ time with her, but i just wanna be a better dad
it’s been some months, i’m sayin’, “f*ck that sh*t, i can’t be sad”
my heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, i need a cast
overworkin’ lately, tell me, “chill,” i need the cash
i don’t want a lady ’cause these b*tches be actin’ bad

- real boston richey

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