Narrow Is the Road - Thunderstorm

Cook that shit up, Quay Top Shotta, Don Dada Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda, uh NLE the Top Shotta, yeah, yeah I 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 say I'm not a killer, that nigga don't know me (brrt) My OG told me put in work when I was 14 (when I was 14) 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-o, ro-o, 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 that 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 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 23, 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 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 14 (when I was 14) 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-o, ro-o, 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 you 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 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 say I'm not a killer, that nigga don't know me (brrt) My OG told me put in work when I was 14 (when I was 14) 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-o, ro-o, ro-o-oad A big body with some Forgiatos Codeine, a dope fiend (brrt) When I was 14 A narrow ro-oad, ayy A narrow ro-o-oad A narrow ro-oad, ayy Ro-o-oad

Tu prétends m'avoir empoigné, impossible je suis fort jusqu'à mon dernier souffle C'est pas mon style de faire dans le sentimental, c'est qu'une occasion d'apporter mensonges Il n'y a pas de place pour les faibles et toutes ces relents Mon mur de glace c'est mon conseil, j'appelle ça la fierté! J'ai pas besoin de lot de consolation! Fait gaffe je ne suis pas ce genre de mec alors dégages! Ressentir de la compassion pour tout, c'est pas mon truc alors laisses-moi vivre ma vie! J'en ai rien a battre, je crache sur le chemin de l'amour, je crache sur le chemin de l'amour Car je me réveil pour la première fois, comment j'ai pu laisser les choses tuer ma fierté Car je me réveil pour la première fois, malheureux en amour peut être mon salut Regardes-moi et vois ma situation Mets en pratique ce que tu prêches, déloyautés! Toi, putain de sangsue! Tu vois ce que je veux dire, l'hypocrisie sera, sera toujours sous-jacente! Emmènes-moi loin des pleures et de la douleur. Sans la moindre ombre dans mon cerveau Ne me saignes pas a blanc. Quel est ton alibi? Car j'ai payé mon prix, j'ai pas besoin de tes bons conseils And je me demande pourquoi devrais-je me soucier de ce que tu dis Car j'ai payé mon prix! Me parles pas de ça car j'ai payé mon prix Car je me réveil pour la première fois, comment j'ai pu laisser les choses tuer ma fierté Car je me réveil pour la première fois, malheureux en amour peut être mon salut Regardes-moi et vois ma situation Ressentir de la compassion pour tout, c'est pas mon truc alors laisses-moi vivre ma vie! J'en ai rien a battre, je crache sur le chemin de l'amour, je crache sur le chemin de l'amour

There was a girl I knew She said she cared about me She tried to make my world The way she thought it should be Yeah, we were desperate then To have each other to hold But love is a long, long road And so many times I would wake up at noon With my head spinning 'round I would wait for the moon And give her one more chance To try and save my soul But love is a long, long road Love is a long, long road Yeah, it was hard to give up Some things are hard to let go Some things are never enough I guess I only can hope For maybe one more chance To try and save my soul But love is a long, long road Love is a long, long road Love is a long, long road