Narrow Road (ft. Lil Baby)

Narrow Road
Cook that sh*t 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, with some Forgis
Sippin’ codeine, feelin’ like a dope fiend
He said I’m not killer, that n**ga don’t know me
My OG told me, «Put in work,» when I was fourteen
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
I’m goin’ down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad
They tell me, «Think smart», I know right from wrong
They tell me I’ma get life with this dirty chrome
Well, you would rather take a life before they take your own
And b**ch, I been through some sh*t, I come from a broken home
I got a different mentality, b**ch, it’s kill or be killed
I’d rather kill a rat before I write a statement and squeal
It ain’t no fakes up in my circle, real recognize real
I kick that boy up out my cot and I did out, did my drills

‘Cause ayy, we are not the same
I got murder, murder, murder runnin’ through my brain
And b**ch, I’m hurt up inside, piranhas 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 sh*t
Only thing I need, is this Glock twenty-three, b**ch
Flyin’ overseas got a young ni**a seasick
I was just posted in the street like some cement, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just copped the Range Rover, with some Forgis
Sippin’ codeine, feelin’ like a dope fiend
He said I’m not killer, that n**ga don’t know me
My OG told me, «Put in work,» when I was fourteen
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
I’m goin’ down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad

Road gettin’ narrow, slimmer and slimmer
Pray to God that I forget, try my best not to remember
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 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 n**ga to mask up
We get all the bags around the way, n**gas can’t gas us
I ain’t really got too much to say but f**k 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, with some Forgis
Sippin’ codeine, feelin’ like a dope fiend
He said I’m not killer, that n**ga don’t know me
My OG told me, «Put in work,» when I was fourteen
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad
I’m goin’ 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