Cook that shit up, QuayOh, oh, oh-ohOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-ohTop Shotta, Don DadaGot the bombs like Al-Qaeda, uhNLE the Top Shotta, yeahI just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with some Forgis (With some Forgiatos)Sippin’ codeine (Codeine), feelin’ like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)He said I’m not a killer, that ni**a 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-oad)I’m goin’ down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oadThey 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 bi**h, I been through some shit, I come from a broken homeI got a different mentality, bi**h, 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 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 runnin’ through my brain (It’s runnin’ through my brain)And bi**h, 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 (Uh-huh, uh)They askin’ who I need, well, I don’t need shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Only thing I need, is this Glock twenty-three, bi**h (Grrt, grrt)Flyin’ overseas got a young ni**a seasickI was just posted in the street like some cement, yeah, yeah, yeahI just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with some Forgis (With some Forgiatos)Sippin’ codeine (Codeine), feelin’ like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)He said I’m not a killer, that ni**a 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-oad)I’m goin’ down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oadRoad 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 DecemberI’m forever steppin’ forward, you know I’m one of the membersThey try to tax us, SSI, then we start goin’ and get ’emReally showed me what it was, I prolly never forgive yaStart havin’ what you ain’t had and they’ll look at ya differentBut it don’t matter, I’m in my bag, it’s gettin’ bigger and biggerNow the Range Rover class Sport and stamps on my passportNever know what trippin’, I got everything I asked forYoungin’ out here robbin’, I try to tell that ni**a to mask upWe get all the bags around the way, ni**as can’t gas usI ain’t really got too much to say but f**k the task forceKeep mindin’ my business, hold my weight, and run my cash upSometimes I just ride ’round with my stick inside my Lamb’ truckEverywhere I go, somebody put me on their camerasI just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with some Forgis (With some Forgiatos)Sippin’ codeine (Codeine), feelin’ like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)He said I’m not a killer, that ni**a 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-oad)I’m goin’ down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oadA big body with some ForgiatosCodeine, a dope fiendBrrtWhen I was fourteenA narrow ro-oad, ayyA narrow ro-o-oadA narrow ro-oad, ayyNarrow ro-o-oad