Nle Choppa - Narrow Road Lyrics

Top shotta, don dada
Got the bombs like al qaeda
NLE the top shotta (aye)

I just copped the range rover (big body)
With some forg’s (with some forgiatos)
Sippin' codeine, feeling like a dope fiend (a dope fiend)
He say I’m not a killa, that nigga dont know me (brrr)
My OG told me put in work, when I was 14 (when I was 14)

Going down a narrow road
Going down a Narrow road
Going down a Narrow road
Im going a narrow road, road, road

They tell me think smart, I know right from wrong
They tell me Imma get life, with this dirty chrome (get life)
Well would you rather take a life, before they take your own
And bitch I’ve been through some shit, I come from a broken home
I got a different mentality, bitches kill or be killed
I rather kill a rapper, before a right a statement and squeal
It ain’t no fakes up in my circle, real recognize real
I kicked that boy up out my car, that night I did my drill

Cuz aye, we are not the same (we are not the same)
I got murda murda murda, running through my brain (its running through my brain)
And bitch I’m hurt up inside, piranhas swim through my veins (swim through my brain)
Just put your feeling on the toilet, which it twirl down the drain
They asking who I need, well I don’t need shit
Only thing I need, is this glock 23 bitch
Flying over seas, got a young nigga sea sick
I was just posted in the street, like some cement (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just copped the range rove (big body)
With some forg’s (with some forgiatos)
Sippin’ codeine, feeling like a dope fiend (a dope fiend)
He say I’m not a killa, that nigga dont know me (brrr)
My OG told me me put in work, when I was 14 (when I was 14)

Going down a narrow road
Going down a Narrow road
Going down a Narrow road
Im going down a narrow road, road, road road

Lil Baby:
Road getting narrow, slimmer and slimmer
Pray to god that I forget, try my best not remember
It's a cold cold world, and I was born in December
Im forever steppin’ forward you know I’m born in Atlanta
They try to we start going and get em
Really show me what it was, I'll probably never forgive you
Start having what you aint had, and they’ll look at you different
But it don’t matter, I’m in my bag, its getting bigger and bigger

Now the Range Rover, class sport, and stamps on my passport
Never know what tripping’, I got everything I asked for
Young and out here rappin, I tried to tell that nigga to mask up
We got all the bags around the way, nigga’s cant gas us
I ain’t really got too much to say, but fuck the task force
Keep minding my business, hold my weight, and run my cash up
Sometimes I just ride round with my stick, inside my lamb truck
Everywhere I go, somebody put me on they camera

NLE Choppa:
I just copped the range rove (big body)
With some forg’s (with some forgiatos)
Sippin’ codeine, feeling like a dope fiend (a dope fiend)
He say I’m not a killa, that nigga dont know me (brrr)
My OG told me me put in work, when I was 14 (when I was 14)

Going down a narrow road
Going down a Narrow road
Going down a Narrow road
Im going down a narrow road, road, road road

Big body, with some forgiatos
Codeine, a dope feen (brrrr)
When I was fourteen
A narrow road (aye, aye)
A narrow road
A narrow road (aye)
Road oh