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NLE Choppa

Consequences (Remix)

 

Consequences (Remix)


Ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
(Ooh ooh ooh)
Hey
Uh, Them consequences, ok
(Choose 'em)
Them actions, you can choose 'em
Consequences, you can't choose 'em
Huh, huh, huh

Aye, you can choose your actions
But you can't choose your consequences
So many losses I've been taking, oppositions winning
I've been rolling by myself, I ain't asking for no help
Niggas changing, throwing crosses, man, they switching right to left
Ain't got time for the bullshit, ain't time for the foolishness
Draco got a full clip, and I'm about to use it
Need to keep my mind straight before a nigga lose it
Make it in this rap game, man, I love this music
I was in that car when my lil' homie got shot
Sweat was running down his face, I know them bullets was hot
Police investigation, man, a nigga really hate cops
They tryna get me to snitch, but I won't tell a job, aye

Embrace it, and face it, this life we living crazy
This kush up in rotation, it's feeling like they laced it
Gotta stay low-key, these fuck niggas tryna take me
Gonna need a Navy if you try to play me

Jamaican [?]
Cooking shit like bacon
Bullets hotter than a stove, feeling like its Satan
I'm chasing, I'm racing
Staying dedicated
Money on my mind, that's the only conversation
Bitches hit my phone now
Standing all alone now
I'm in the booth, every day, got me making songs now
Parents don't give me shit, get it on my own now
Gallons don't give me shit, I get it on my own now
Aye Bryson, you changing, but I'm getting smarter
So much shit on my shoulders, it got me pushing harder
Fuck your dad, fuck your sister, nigga, fuck your daughter
I'm feeling like Lil Wayne, nigga, call me Prince Carter
Running 'round this city, this shit, it really wicked
These niggas they be killing, murking for attention
Thi-this off the top, man, this off my fucking dome, now
Rob a nigga, take his shit, I'm all up in his home now

Gotta stay focused
Bitch, I gotta stay focused
'Cause these niggas tryna cool me
Aye, because these niggas tryna scold me
Aye, aye, aye yeah

Embrace it, and face it, this life we living crazy
This kush up in rotation, it's feeling like they laced it
Gotta stay low-key, these fuck niggas tryna take me
Gonna need a Navy if you try to play me

Choose your actions
But you can't choose your consequences
So many losses I've been taking, oppositions winning
I've been rolling by myself, I ain't asking for no help
Niggas changing, throwing crosses, man, they switching right to left

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