Molly Brazy – Molly’s Story

[Verse 1]
Close my eyes, and I relapse
Memories of things, I never ever had
In a world where our skeletons entertain the mass
Where people have opinions but don’t know the half
Where nobody really knows what you go through
I been trying to dodge the block, like a post move
But this street shit run through my veins
Upgraded my situation, don’t mean I don’t go through pain
How you wait for the sun, but ain’t been through the rain
Don’t know the pressure of fame
When millions of people mention your name
When bitches from your city talking filthy, they greasy
They wanna run you out of your lane
I guess it’s apart of the game
Well fuck ’em, they can leave out the door that they came
Molly World still the same, yeah

On live, spending time with my baby
Who would have thought toy gun a make the world go crazy?
But it’s Brazy, I’m eighteen and I’m gravy
Got money stacked to the ceiling, still screaming
"Fuck you nigga, pay me!"
This beef shit is like rabies, hoes foaming out they mouth lately
They should show they gratitude, ’cause a young bitch done made it
How the fuck we from the same city, and sis still hating?
That simple shit, I didn’t take it personal, I got patience
Plus a bitch got paper, yeah, I swear my life a fucking movie
These bitches drooling, and I’m out here sitting loogy

I switched leagues
‘Cause my old team was toxic
That ivy
We was family, now a bitch can’t even her IG
Sometimes I look back, and some shit I can’t believe
But I keep moving, I’m built different
No fuck shit can stop me

[Chorus]
You know you gotta stand tall
You can make it out your city, ya
Can’t nobody stop you
You gotta beat the odds, you gotta beat the odds
You know you gotta beat the odds
Can’t nobody stop you
You know you gotta beat the odds

[Verse 2]
Chase your dream at full speed, even though shit gets hard
No father figure in my life, I still beat the odds
I’m just a voice for a young girl from them trenches, God
I came from being lost, success was a mirage
You see that Draco with me, and you think a murder charge
I see that Draco, it remind to shoot for the stars
In a world where niggas do not respect the queen
Sometimes you gotta point, aim, and shoot to change things
Every hood the same thing, feds lurking at the same scene
Trap life at the same scheme, Baking soda and a triple beam
System designed to lock us up, take our chance to shine
Gotta stay focused on the end result, don’t ever lose your mind

[Chorus]
You know you gotta stand tall
You can make it out your city, ya
Can’t nobody stop you
You gotta beat the odds, you gotta beat the odds
You know you gotta beat the odds
Can’t nobody stop you
You know you gotta beat the odds

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