YahhhMike - Beat The Odds Lyrics

Look, when I shoot my shot, there's no recoil
Homegrown, out the ground, you can check the soil
Niggas talkin' hot, the doc says my blood boiled
Shorty thinkin' that she got it since she been spoiled
Old milk, threw her in the trash
Itchin' for the kid, shorty got a real nigga rash
Kick 'em out the loop, they just got a real nigga pass
Think this shit a coupe, how I put 120 to the dash
Look at them confused, like I forgot to ask
It's gettin' spinny, sippin' Henny out a Hydroflask
Shit be too abstract, like it's hard to grasp
But not the money though
If I stack the fit right, she gon' ride me like a rodeo
I know your fist tight, hear this shit talk in the studio
Bitch don't play with me, AC, I be coolin' ho
Not foolish, act a fool, hit the dance like the
Your plan's aluminum, how it gets foiled
When I shoot my shot, there's no recoil
Homegrown, out the ground, with the homemade soil
Niggas talkin' hot, the doc says my blood turned to grease
Get to poppin' shit with ease
Spare your life, say please
Get a grip, I'm OC, 800 OD
She gon' flip like a coin just for little old me
Heads or tails, which prevails
Got a preference, can't you tell
Feed her till she sick of dick, let bygones meet farewells
I just told a smart nigga, lift a dumbbell
Tell a fat nigga, eat the treadmill
I get to sparkin' shit, my mind's an anvil
Dodgin' all the dog shit, but still steppin' on the anthill
Oh well, give a glance like it is what it is
Take a breath, close my eyes, unwind and de-stress
When it's time to move like King Kong, I beat on my chest
Feel the disrespect, we at your neck, you better come correct
Cause on the news, they call it play-doh murder
How your mans got stretched
Off of that, like what's next
I was jumpin' shit like checkers, now my life is more like chess
I was movin' a little too reckless, now I got time to reflect
Had to put my hands together, pray to God my secret kept
In a slump like what's a slump
Keep on shootin' like I'm Steph
See me hoopin' for the other team like Kyrie and the Nets
Get to scorin' on these niggas, you can see I ripped the net
Why you tryna have a convo if the topic ain't a check
Why you tryna have an option if you never pay respect
Why you tryna lend a hand if you don't reach out and stretch
How you gonna be the man if you bitch out when there's stress
Handle business, ask a witness, I don't play when I collect
I keep my foot on they necks, step for step, bar for bar
I won't go band for band, rather take a chance and beat the charge
Keep an even face when I beat the odds
Tryna park a foreign in my new garage
Shit, but if I don't get that whip, she still gon' ride me like a rodeo
I know your fist tight, damn, he still in the studio
Bitch, don't play with me, AC, I be coolin' ho
Ceiling fan, if you the kid, prepare to be the man