Narrow Road

(album: Top Shotta - 2020)

[NLE Choppa:]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Top Shotta, Don Dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
NLE the Top Shotta, yeah

I just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with the Forgis (With some Forgiatos)
Sipping codeine (Codeine), feeling like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)
He said I'm not killer, that nigga don't know me (Brrt)
My OG told me, "Put in work," when I was fourteen (When I was fourteen)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-ad)
I'm going down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad

They tell me, "Think smart," (Think smart), I know right from wrong (Oh)
They tell me I'ma get life with this dirty chrome (Get life)
Well, you would rather take a life before they take your own (The Don Dada)
And bitch, I been through some shit, I came from a broken home
I got a different mentality, bitch, it's kill or be killed (Kill or, yeah)
I'd rather kill a rat before I write a statement and squeal (Yeah, yeah)
It ain't no face up in my circle, real recognize real (Yeah, yeah)
I kick that boy up out my cot and I did out, did my drills (Yeah)
'Cause ayy, we are not the same (We are not the same)
I got murder, murder, murder running through my brain (It's running through my brain)
And bitch, I'm hard up inside, piranhas swim through my veins (Swim through my veins)
Put your feelings on the toilet, watch it twirl down the drain (Uh-huh, uh)
They asking who I need, well, I don't need shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only thing I need, it just got twenty-three, bitch (Grrt, grrt)
Flying overseas got a young nigga seasick
I was just posted in the street like some cement, yeah, yeah, yeah

I just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with the Forgis (With some Forgiatos)
Sipping codeine (Codeine), feeling like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)
He said I'm not killer, that nigga don't know me (Brrt)
My OG told me, "Put in work," when I was fourteen (When I was fourteen)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-ad)
I'm going down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad

[Lil Baby:]
Road getting narrow (Nah), slimmer and slimmer (Slim)
Pray to God that I forget, try my best not to remember (Ah)
It's a cold, cold world and I was born in December
I'm forever stepping forward, you know I'm one of the members
They try to tax us, SSI, then we start going and get 'em
Really show me what it was, I prolly never forgive ya
Start having what you ain't had and they'll look at ya different
But it don't matter, I'm in my bag, it's 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
Younging out here robbing, I try to tell that nigga to mask up
We get all the bags around the way, niggas can't gas us
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 their cameras

[NLE Choppa:]
I just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with the Forgis (With some Forgiatos)
Sipping codeine (Codeine), feeling like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)
He said I'm not killer, that nigga don't know me (Brrt)
My OG told me, "Put in work," when I was fourteen (When I was fourteen)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Going down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-ad)
I'm going down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad

A big body with some Forgiatos
Codeine, a dope fiend
Brrt
When I was fourteen
A narrow ro-oad, ayy
A narrow ro-o-oad
A narrow ro-oad, ayy
Narrow ro-o-oad