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Lil Tjay - Beat the Odds (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kavi Morgan
Kavi Morgan
Songwriter
Brooderick Blanc
Brooderick Blanc
Songwriter
Keegan Bach
Keegan Bach
Songwriter
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kxvi
Kxvi
Producer
Desirez
Desirez
Producer
KBeaZy
KBeaZy
Producer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Recording Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Grateful for the shit I got 'cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental, saw some shit I wanna archive
Feds lookin' out tryna bring a **** down
Just thinkin' 'bout the possibility, I frown
Far out on that water, Father, don't let me drown
I can hear my grandma sayin', "Don't let me down"
People wanna kill me, always keep my gun 'round
Pray I squeeze first, I can't lose the millies I found
Bussin' off the stoinky wishin' I was off a bean, no stalk
I was hungry for that money like a fiend
Too deep in that water, my life ain't have no order
Melodic blue stories, I'm feelin' like Baby Keem
I do my own thing, fuck it, I took seven shots, no shame
Back to wall, I'm still gon' blow you down, I ain't no stain
Flow on Wayne, I don't give a fuck about no ceiling
'Cause we catch a opp and send him to the sky (Doot)
They be like, "Tjay, why do you move around with all them fuckin' guns?"
I just tell 'em that's 'cause I don't wanna die
And trust me, I don't lie, can't fuck up, I'm a star right now
If I wasn't quick to blow, I would be in the stars right now
Grateful for the shit I got 'cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental, saw some shit I wanna archive
Feds lookin' out tryna bring a **** down
Just thinkin' 'bout the possibility, I frown
Far out on that water, Father, don't let me drown
I can hear my grandma sayin', "Don't let me down"
People wanna kill me, always keep my gun 'round
Pray I squeeze first, I can't lose the millies I found
Shittin' on these **** be my hobby
I know they mad wishin' they had finished me entirely
Shassa with me, lil' bro say he tryna catch a body
Seen bullets hit a opp, before he died, his face said, "Why me?"
How the fuck I'm livin'? All these **** wan' fry me
One day, they'll stop overlookin' my gift, that's wallahi
Millies in my bank account, but still ain't nothin' jolly
These **** back and forth, tryna pop up like a ollie
You heard they killed who? Drugs talkin', sound like molly
Can someone tell the vlogs, "Get off of my D"?
Never had no doubt if I'm gon' make it or no probably
'Cause I ain't Dummy, Rah, U.E, or Woo Lotti
Grateful for the shit I got 'cause I come from a hard life
Demons on my mental, saw some shit I wanna archive
Feds lookin' out tryna bring a **** down
Just thinkin' 'bout the possibility, I frown
Far out on that water, Father, don't let me drown
I can hear my grandma sayin', "Don't let me down"
People wanna kill me, always keep my gun 'round
Pray I squeeze first, I can't lose the millies I found
No, I can't lose the millies I found
Written by: Brooderick Blanc, Kavi Morgan, Keegan Bach, Lil Tjay
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