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Odell Beckham Video (MV)




Performed By: Chase Martin
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Chase Knackstedt




Chase Martin - Odell Beckham Lyrics
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I'm elevating to a new level
Self reflecting and realized I had to do better
Move ahead of 'em, too clever
You could never move how I do, a true stepper
Can't stop, that's why I'm hotter than Cameroon weather
Still under pressure, waiting for the results like paternity testers
They ain't heard of me yet 'cause of a few circumstances
I'm searching for the answers
But while they're tripping over dough, I be on top like antlers
Back when my spot was a camper, I got it out the mud
Had a job but I ain't give a f*ck 'bout it, I quit
Bought a pack, quarter pound, shit, it was what it was
Never went to gymnastics, still learned how to flip
What's the conversation? Ain't about some bread then I zip
Been a rebel, Momma used to tell me "Boy, watch your lip"
I hardly listened to her but I get why she would trip
Flash forward, now I tell her "thanks" 'cause I exist
Reminisce back to my younger days, hungry, had stomach pains
But ain't no f*cking way that I wasn't convinced
The more I had, that the better shit was gonna get
I didn't know, now I get why they say "Ignorance's bliss"
Grew up fast, found out the hard way like a dick
Life's a bitch and she don't let you leave unless she keeps half
All the memories you had, you gotta leave in the past
Can't take it with you when you go, that's for everything though
I'm up late like the Letterman show, working on my craft
Scribble something they ain't heard never before
It's all authentic, teach you how to do it for a small percentage
They're copying me from my head to my toes
I'm top 10, if not, the goat, it's obvious
So locked in, you would think I'm doing time for dope
Can't stop like I hit a few lines of coke
Been at it since my momma used to tell me not to smoke
Brits call me "bloke", can't a bitch call me broke
'Less she belong in the psych ward at the hospital
Got a money making machine, it's unstoppable
It's called me, I get to it, I can't drop the ball
Chicks on my balls, begging me to drop my drawers
But I ain't one of y'all, I tell a bitch to go get checked first
Gotta make sure she ain't dirty if I'm 'bout to sex her
After she come back clean, I find out how her neck work
Now I'm an expert, they call me a smooth finesser
This my best work, and it's not even close
Boy go and check the score, I be doing the most, Odell Beckham
I be doing the most, Odell Beckham
They call me a smooth finesser, this my best work
And it's not even close
Boy go and check the score, I be doing the most, Odell Beckham
I be doing the most, Odell Beckham
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I'm elevating to a new level
Self reflecting and realized I had to do better
Move ahead of 'em, too clever
You could never move how I do, a true stepper
Can't stop, that's why I'm hotter than Cameroon weather
Still under pressure, waiting for the results like paternity testers
They ain't heard of me yet 'cause of a few circumstances
I'm searching for the answers
But while they're tripping over dough, I be on top like antlers
Back when my spot was a camper, I got it out the mud
Had a job but I ain't give a f*ck 'bout it, I quit
Bought a pack, quarter pound, shit, it was what it was
Never went to gymnastics, still learned how to flip
What's the conversation? Ain't about some bread then I zip
Been a rebel, Momma used to tell me "Boy, watch your lip"
I hardly listened to her but I get why she would trip
Flash forward, now I tell her "thanks" 'cause I exist
Reminisce back to my younger days, hungry, had stomach pains
But ain't no f*cking way that I wasn't convinced
The more I had, that the better shit was gonna get
I didn't know, now I get why they say "Ignorance's bliss"
Grew up fast, found out the hard way like a dick
Life's a bitch and she don't let you leave unless she keeps half
All the memories you had, you gotta leave in the past
Can't take it with you when you go, that's for everything though
I'm up late like the Letterman show, working on my craft
Scribble something they ain't heard never before
It's all authentic, teach you how to do it for a small percentage
They're copying me from my head to my toes
I'm top 10, if not, the goat, it's obvious
So locked in, you would think I'm doing time for dope
Can't stop like I hit a few lines of coke
Been at it since my momma used to tell me not to smoke
Brits call me "bloke", can't a bitch call me broke
'Less she belong in the psych ward at the hospital
Got a money making machine, it's unstoppable
It's called me, I get to it, I can't drop the ball
Chicks on my balls, begging me to drop my drawers
But I ain't one of y'all, I tell a bitch to go get checked first
Gotta make sure she ain't dirty if I'm 'bout to sex her
After she come back clean, I find out how her neck work
Now I'm an expert, they call me a smooth finesser
This my best work, and it's not even close
Boy go and check the score, I be doing the most, Odell Beckham
I be doing the most, Odell Beckham
They call me a smooth finesser, this my best work
And it's not even close
Boy go and check the score, I be doing the most, Odell Beckham
I be doing the most, Odell Beckham
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Writer: Chase Knackstedt
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