Beat The Odds - Derez De'Shon, YFN Lucci

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