Another Route NLE Choppa
"Another Route" by NLE Choppa, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, personal growth, and the struggles of overcoming adversity. The lyrics reflect a journey of self-discovery and determination. Unique musical elements include a catchy beat and impactful flows, resonating with listeners seeking motivation. The song emphasizes the importance of choosing a positive path despite challenges.
[Intro]
(DJ Chose)
(Damn, Chose, beat this?)
Ayy, hey, ayy
[Verse 1]
I was born in this world by myself, I'ma die with my gun
And I was chosen as a youngin', knew that I was the one
And I was taught to handle business, I ain't tryna have fun
And fuck the police if they lookin' for me, I'm on the run
And I'm a lil nigga, but they say I'm big dawg (Big dawg)
These niggas standing doing dishes, yes, they pissed off
You know we got a lot of bodies like the holocaust
I got the AK in the truck and the pump and it's sold off
They prayin' on my downfall, wantin' me to follow
But every time I drop a song, you know that the streets talk
I'm steady pumpin' percocets, I got a lot of wigs off
I saw him lackin' I do like them, top of bullets like this guy
[Chorus]
Father God, I know you hear a nigga preachin'
We was killin' for no reason, we turned into demons
Father God, I know you hear a nigga screamin'
I think a nigga brainwashed, violence I be feenin'
[Verse 2]
To all my niggas be patient, I'ma get you out the ghetto
Meanwhile, keep your heat, always gotta keep your metal
A nigga had to keep on pushin', you know I ain't never standin'
On the road to the reaches, had my foot up on the fuckin' pedal
And I know they be prayin' on my downfall
And if I point a finger, he get knocked down
I just left sports academy with more rounds
Suppressors on the fuckin' sticks, when I shoot they don't make sound
They need just free my niggas out the dog pounds
With big buns put my money in they bank accounts
And the judge tellin' us to take another route
Ayy, but we deep up in these streets
Swear to God he ain't no runnin' now
Police askin' me about a body, what you talkin' 'bout?
And if they say I did it, my alibi at my momma house
Put the chop' up on my opposition so you know we creepin' out
Rrah, boom, boom, boom caught that nigga leakin' now
These niggas hoes, they be snitchin' on they brothers
My nigga never had a dad, his father was his mother
If you ain't gon' take care of the kid, use a rubber
And I'm a real nigga, I don't show love to no sucker
(DJ Chose)
(Damn, Chose, beat this?)
Ayy, hey, ayy
[Verse 1]
I was born in this world by myself, I'ma die with my gun
And I was chosen as a youngin', knew that I was the one
And I was taught to handle business, I ain't tryna have fun
And fuck the police if they lookin' for me, I'm on the run
And I'm a lil nigga, but they say I'm big dawg (Big dawg)
These niggas standing doing dishes, yes, they pissed off
You know we got a lot of bodies like the holocaust
I got the AK in the truck and the pump and it's sold off
They prayin' on my downfall, wantin' me to follow
But every time I drop a song, you know that the streets talk
I'm steady pumpin' percocets, I got a lot of wigs off
I saw him lackin' I do like them, top of bullets like this guy
[Chorus]
Father God, I know you hear a nigga preachin'
We was killin' for no reason, we turned into demons
Father God, I know you hear a nigga screamin'
I think a nigga brainwashed, violence I be feenin'
[Verse 2]
To all my niggas be patient, I'ma get you out the ghetto
Meanwhile, keep your heat, always gotta keep your metal
A nigga had to keep on pushin', you know I ain't never standin'
On the road to the reaches, had my foot up on the fuckin' pedal
And I know they be prayin' on my downfall
And if I point a finger, he get knocked down
I just left sports academy with more rounds
Suppressors on the fuckin' sticks, when I shoot they don't make sound
They need just free my niggas out the dog pounds
With big buns put my money in they bank accounts
And the judge tellin' us to take another route
Ayy, but we deep up in these streets
Swear to God he ain't no runnin' now
Police askin' me about a body, what you talkin' 'bout?
And if they say I did it, my alibi at my momma house
Put the chop' up on my opposition so you know we creepin' out
Rrah, boom, boom, boom caught that nigga leakin' now
These niggas hoes, they be snitchin' on they brothers
My nigga never had a dad, his father was his mother
If you ain't gon' take care of the kid, use a rubber
And I'm a real nigga, I don't show love to no sucker
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