YFN Lucci, Derez De’Shon - Beat The Odds lyrics

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