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Real Boston Richey – Beat the Odds Lyrics

Read the lyrics to “Beat the Odds” by Real Boston Richey.

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Genre Hip hop

Beat the Odds Lyrics


You know all the jokes don’t be on them, they be ready to laugh
I ain’t gotta kill a nigga, I know they wasn’t gon’ last
Different places, different vibes, that call for different masks
I told my niggas disrespectful, I let you pay the tab

Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes scraped for it, don’t care who run past
I take my time with it, cause niggas goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with it, but I just wanna be a better dad
It been so much, so I’m sayin’, fuck that shit, I can’t be sad
My heart broken, baby, it’s the pieces I need to cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, chill, I need the cash
I don’t want a lady, cause these bitches be actin’ bad

I wish my day wasn’t changed on me, shoulda killed his ass
Shit crazy, last year I was trappin’ ziplock bags
Supported everybody with they mules, they still flip that mad
I don’t care who take off on me, I’ma still be glad
Before I give a bitch my time, let me get your socials
Life a gamble and this shit that I’m doin’ like playin’ poker
The only difference is you slippin’, you gon’ die a loafer
You lose your life, you can’t get it back, I ain’t jokin’

Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes scraped for it, don’t care who run past
I take my time with it, cause niggas goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with it, but I just wanna be a better dad

It been so much, so I’m sayin’, fuck that shit, I can’t be sad
My heart broken, baby, it’s the pieces I need to cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, chill, I need the cash
I don’t want a lady, cause these bitches be actin’ bad

I be askin’ God, why I couldn’t play basketball?
I’m in the cut, like Peralta, I got some alcohol
I gave it up, all my trap phones, I don’t pass 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 bitch a fuck your mane, nigga, these bitches, they gettin’ bold
I’m fightin’ these attachments all my life, I’m in the hole
I miss them days where I’m almost standin’ up, kickin’ over the stove
I want her to still be in my life, but I see what she don’t chose
That bitch don’t chose to screech over me, these bitches hoes
If they woulda did them niggas how they did me, they woulda fold
I think it’s time to mudclub me, this shit here gettin’ cold
I know why niggas hate on me, they see how I don’t grow
They can’t wait to be on top of me, spread rumors, they say I’m told

Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes scraped for it, don’t care who rhyme pass
I take my time with it, cause niggas goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with it, but I just wanna be a better dad
It been so much, so I’m sayin’, fuck that shit, I can’t be sad
My heart broken, baby, it’s the pieces I need to cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, chill, I need the cash
I don’t want a lady, cause these bitches be actin’ bad

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