MaryJane, PRESSURE2X — BEAT THE ODDS

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I’m starting off my day with a blunt of za
When I wake I pray to God and I beat the odds
Different day same shit
I just bought a new clip
Wishlist full of sticks bitch Haan
I’m starting off my day with a blunt of za
When I wake I pray to God and I beat the odds
Different day same shit
I just bought a new clip

Wishlist full of sticks bitch Haan
He say he wanna fuck with a g bitch
Eat me like a pie don’t tell my business
Work ya wrist gimme racks like a trick gimme gifts
Im the party dat you don’t wanna miss
I ain’t got time for no pussy ass weak bitch
Or a nigga on my line on some hoe shit
Fuck 12 man they ass don’t know shit
I still roll up this weed and get high bih

I be geeked I can’t get my words out
Stepped down bout his bitch what swerve out
Lil baby I’m flyer than everybody
Real g shit y’all niggas don’t know bout it
I be starting off my day wit a blunt of za
Ridin down 85 car smoked out
Bad bitch in my dm wit her titties out
Tryna show me what her city really talkin bout
I ain’t friendly they know dat
He ain’t answer the phone well Don’t call back
Edible yea I’m lookin like a snack
Sleepin on me yeah bitch don’t do dat
Hoe don’t do dat
I’m starting off my day with a blunt of za
When I wake I pray to God and
I beat the oddsDifferent day same shit
I just bought a new clip
Wishlist full of sticks bitch Haan
I’m starting off my day with a blunt of za
When I wake I pray to God and I beat the odds

Different day same shit
I just bought a new clip
Wishlist full of sticks bitch Haan
I just bought ah new stick
Yeah the other kind
Came from bottom I’m talking the pipeline
Heard it through the grapevine niggas wanna take mines
My young nigga hit ya with a tech like draymond

I got ah Glock with ah dick that bitch spit like cypher
I’m on my shit like ah baby with a stanky ass diaper
I ain’t Yak but I got shooters I just call em my lil sniper
He gone share so many shots swear to god he might go viral
I cant let a nigga take shit I put that on the Bible
I cant blow a bag unless that bitch got foreign features
Eat that dick up like pizza milk the game cuz imma teach her
Uh ass fat as Georgia peaches she hate when I leave her
I got these niggas salty it ain’t my fault these niggas faulty
Uh Spend the Ben again we ain’t gone stop until we nauseous
Put that boy up in a coffin he ah dead man walking
We gone send so many shots we ain’t gotta pick a target
I’m starting off my day with a blunt of za
When I wake I pray to God and I beat the odds
Different day same shit
I just bought a new clip
Wishlist full of sticks bitch Haan
I’m starting off my day with a blunt of za
When I wake I pray to God and I beat the odds
Different day same shit
I just bought a new clip
Wishlist full of sticks bitch Haan