Beat The Odds Stoneda5th (Ft. R3 Da Chilliman)

[Intro]
(Reconboy)
(Bz, you crazy)

[Chorus: Stoneda5th]
We beat the odds
He was talkin' out his body, sent him to God
Sent a couple shots he couldn't dodge
Slide a foreign like a spaceship
The homie got some packs, he takin' state trips
Speakin' 'pon the dead, now he got candles lit
Rockin' coat and a Shiesty, now we rock diamonds on the wrist
Have you ever got blurped by the CRASH, hit the fence?
Have you ever got armed juvenile life and plеad the Fifth?
Ever bounce on thеy block, do your shit?
On the block, get tricky, might get flipped for havin' tint
Have his mama askin' why her son got chipped, take it up with Jesus

[Verse 1: R3 Da Chilliman]
It's ice water on my necklace, she gon' give me the digits
She can't pronounce the name on my shirt, but she know it's expensive
I use my pistol every time, not passin' the strap
I'm in the Diamond District, they keep tellin' me, "Welcome back"
We in Rolls-Royces slidin' with pape' on us
Moncler gloves, couldn't even tell that them Dracs on us
I'm blowin' up, when I'm in public, they surround me
Block star, I'm the reason they wearin' Bally
Mixed the bottle, spilled the Tech on my Amiri jeans
Twenty ounces, poured a three inside of that cream
Diamonds shining, big Rollie whenever you see me
Extended clip, big 40 whenever you see me
Fucked her once and stopped answerin', I'm doggin' a bitch
In the kitchen water whippin', it's all in the wrist
Wanna shop where I shop, it's gon' cost you to drip
Hop out the whip, shoot a nigga, he fallin' and shit