Narrow Road (feat. Lil Baby)

[NLE Choppa]

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