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Lil Tjay - Beat the Odds (Official Video)
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Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Kavi Morgan
Kavi Morgan
Автор песен
Brooderick Blanc
Brooderick Blanc
Автор песен
Keegan Bach
Keegan Bach
Автор песен
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kxvi
Kxvi
Продюсер
Desirez
Desirez
Продюсер
KBeaZy
KBeaZy
Продюсер
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Инженер звукозаписи
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Инженер звукозаписи
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Миксинг-инженер
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Мастеринг-инженер

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I don't need a reason Tell me, when we didn't fall Do you wanna leave me? Tell me, we'll fall 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 nigga 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 ceilin' 'Cause we catch an opp, and send him to the sky (doot) They be like, "Tjay, why do you move around with all 'em 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 an opp, before he died, his face said, "Why me?" How the fuck I'm livin'? All these niggas wanna 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 niggas back and forth tryna pop up like an 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 prolly '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 nigga 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
Writer(s): Brooderick Blanc, Kavi Morgan, Keegan Bach, Tione Merritt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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