NLE Choppa - Narrow Road (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NLE Choppa - Narrow Road (en) Lyrics
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I just copped the Range Rover
(Big body), with some Forgis
(With some Forgiatos)
Sippin' codeine (Codeine), feelin'
like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)
He say I'm not a killer, that
nigga don't know me (Brrt)
My OG told me put in work when I was
fourteen (When I was fourteen)
Goin' down a narrow road
(A narrow road)
I'm goin' down a narrow
road, road, road
They tell me think smart (Think smart),
I know right from wrong (Wrong)
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 (Don Dada)
And bitch, I been through some shit,
I come 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 fakes up in my circle,
real recognize real (Yeah, yeah)
I kicked that boy up out my cot
that night that I did my drill
'Cause, ayy, we are not the
same (We are not the same)
I got murder, murder, murder runnin'
through my brain (It's
runnin' through my brain)
And bitch, I'm hurt up inside,
piranhas swim through my veins
(Swim through my veins)
Put your feelings on the toilet,
watch it twirl down the drain
They askin' who I need, well, I don't
need shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only thing I need is this Glock
23, bitch (Grrt, grrt)
Flyin' overseas got a
young nigga seasick
I was just posted in the street like
some cement, yeah, yeah, yeah
Road gettin' narrow (Narrow),
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 steppin' forward, you
know I'm one of the members
They try to tax us SSI, then
we start goin' and get 'em
Really showed me what it was, I'll
probably never forgive ya
Start havin' what you ain't had and
they'll look at you different
But it don't matter, I'm in my bag,
it's gettin' bigger and bigger
Now the Range Rover class Sport
and stamps on my passport
Never know we was trippin', I
got everything I asked for
Youngin out here robbin', I'm tryna
tell that nigga to mask up
We get all the bags around the
way, niggas can't gas us
I ain't really got too much to
say but fuck the task force
Keep mindin' my business, hold
my weight, and run my cash up
Sometimes I just ride 'round with
my stick inside my Lam' truck
Everywhere I go, somebody
put me on they camera
A big body with some Forgiatos
Codeine, a dope fiend
When I was fourteen
A narrow road, ayy, hey
A narrow road
A narrow road, ayy
Road
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