Molly's Story - Molly Brazy

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

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

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

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