Nkenge - No Choice lyrics

Verse 1 I have no (no no) choice But to blow (blow blow) up To the top with my boys (winning) Sho sho sho nuff (winning) Hospitable My c.d. will Put you in the hospital My spittle Clearing up the eyes of the blind (Oh Jesus) Making all the light visible Stop in the road (Jesus) Deer in the headlights Make em think twice Didn't know what to do On an infinite loop of insanity (Jesus) "Work it out." (Jesus) "Who you callin?" Bawlin'. see you in the mornin' Yawnin'-visiting you in the hospital, being hospitable They ain't really bout it , bruh Verse 2 Ya'll can call me 1x Not a shocker if you know my gift I say - get a Glock , and my shot dont miss But until then, i'll use this bop gun They want a 7th son, and I'm not one Immean I am one Immean I got one Immean I had a son, but he's gone Lickety-splickety he's dipped _____ ain't ready. they ainn ready for the flow switch When a brotha get it rockin', and like When a brotha gettit poppin' like harlem And then I gotta call him and talk him down About how his mother was a harlot , and he was adopted in babylon During the renaissance. uh They ain't really bout it, bruh Bridge Welcome to my world I know you're dying Stop crying You'll say "one more time, please deliver from strife" You'll say "one last time, and i'll give you my life" But eventually , youll get tired of lying to God They ain't really bout it, bruh Verse 3 Go ask. when they shoot 'em in a line Everybody wanna go last I would die for this quick little brotha so dont ask Like he do. with his hat to the back like a hebrew And a kufi to match it , the truth be the ratchet Yup- the ratchet be true (repeat) Proof's in the pudding Now I gotta find my footing- Now I need two feet to match it We speak truth from the casket Talkin' bout Jesus "what?" Jesus "What , boy?" Fall down , get up Fix my kippah (kippah) Not like anybody helps Definitely not like anybody else This better be felt- my heart in this song When I get up , we gonn all get gone I rock with the city Up top with the city I roll where the pity ain't They say be so good they can't ignore you Well- they really can't (x3) Outro I roll with a hold on my check And a gun at my throat And they ain't got no respect I'm broke, but they say they wanna " broke me to d**h." I'll rap till I ainn got no voice I ainn got no choice Homie I ainn got no joys But I hope the money's gonn' buy that for us My homies- they know I ride for the chorus I'll die for the chorus Yeah? Yeah