YPC Vault - Beat The Odds Lyrics

I need to talk to you and ask you for your guidance, especially today when my life is
So cloudy
Guide me until I'm sure
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
My heart
Oh yeah
I had a yard filled with sticks
I came up from dirt
A couch and air mattress
I even slept on the earth
I had the odds stacked against me since my mama gave birth
I stay on my Ps and Qs
I feel like Lil Uzi Vert
Bitch, I stack my money high and spread my wing like a bird
Six years old I saw my mama bleed, but I'll tell you it hurt
The next time that I see that nigga, put his ass on a shirt
Don't give a f*ck if he raised me, cause that's the shit that he worth
Man, I was seven years old, and my mama caught me stealing
My homeboy brother locked up for life, I know the feeling
My sister down for ten, ain't nobody know she was dealing
My uncle gone for two, but we thought that he went missing
In Mississippi, just me and my mama up in the car
She caught my stepdaddy cheating, he made us homeless
I was only ten, but I felt hopeless
Three days later, she took him back
I guess he got her on hypnosis
Growing up, I felt so broken
Get money and f*ck these bitches, that my slogan
Anime, been bout that action this a shonen
Antagonist, I made it happen, I wasn't chosen
Trap house, catch us sipping on a potion
Young niggas getting money, yeah, we got motion
F*ck a handout , I got this shit because my heart
F*ck a spoon, I had snacks it wasn't no food to eat
I had a yard filled with sticks
I came up from dirt
A couch and air mattress
I even slept on the earth
I had the odds stacked against me since my mama gave birth
I stay on my Ps and Qs
I feel like Lil Uzi Vert
Bitch, I stack my money high and spread my wing like a bird
Six years old I saw my mama bleed, but I'll tell you it hurt
The next time that I see that nigga, put his ass on a shirt
Don't give a f*ck if he raised me, cause that's the shit that he worth
At fifteen, I met my real father and he pulled a gun on me
He locked me out the house, threw out the food I couldn't eat
So many nights that I was lonely, cried my self to sleep
He said, you feeling froggy, so bitch, I took the leap
I took some time to pray to God, I got down on a knee
My mama cried because she knowin' what he do to me
He beat the f*ck out a nigga, he stunned me like a bee
You said you love me, but just look at how you treated me
I almost lost my big homie, and you know I love you Kirkland
I can't show no emotion because I'm constantly hurting
And I can't f*ck with no rats, we steppin' on the vermin
I got a stick in my jeans, to knock em out his turban
Sometimes I think about a suicide
I feel like I got vacant inside
Dusse said to move on and fight
I gotta beat the odds, so I try
I had a yard filled with sticks
I came up from dirt
A couch and air mattress
I even slept on the earth
I had the odds stacked against me since my mama gave birth
I stay on my Ps and Qs
I feel like Lil Uzi Vert
Bitch, I stack my money high and spread my wing like a bird
Six years old I saw my mama bleed, but I'll tell you it hurt
The next time that I see that nigga, put his ass on a shirt
Don't give a f*ck if he raised me, cause that's the shit that he worth