I just copped the Range Rover (a big body), with the
Forgis (with some Forgiatos)
Sippin' Codeine (Codeine),
feelin' 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)
Goin'down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- ad)
I'm goin' 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 the night
that I did my drills (yeah)
'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 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 askin' who I need, well,
I don't need shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only thing I need, it just got twenty- three,
bitch (grrt, grrt)
Flyin' 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)
Sippin' Codeine (Codeine),
feelin' 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)
Goin' down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- ad)
I'm goin' down a narrow ro- oad,
ro- oad, ro- o- oad
Road gettin' 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 steppin' forward,
you know I'm one of the members
They try to tax us, SSI, then we start
goin' and get 'em
Really show me what it was,
I prolly never forgive ya
Start havin' what you ain't had
and they'll look at ya 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 what trippin',
I got everything I asked for
Youngin' out here robbin',
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 mindin' 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
I just copped the
Range Rover (a big body), with the
Forgis (with some Forgiatos)
Sippin' Codeine (Codeine),
feelin' 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)
Goin' down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro- o- o- oad
(a narrow ro- ad)
I'm goin' down a narrow ro- oad,
Nle Choppa 
