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