No Choice (feat. Rhea Jacob)

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Cuz' I'm rocking 40's and shorties 
Them 40 once bottles on me 
Take this glass and take a shot for the homies 
I'm a man of god but Jesus all I want to do is sink 
When I put this weed in my system 
My bars harder to reach 

Yeah I'll throw a pong, I sing a song, I dance along
I hit a bong, I do no wrong, I'm going strong
I'm living life, I'm living long 
I'm talking to my bottle, damn he so opinionated 
Shit I'm faded, aggravated, another shot, decapitate it
I can't feel my face, but baby girl can you please get me out my place
Give me some time
Shit I've been through a lot for a day
We standing face to face, I mean what do I say
(Hello)
I'm still lost, I'm still growing up, but going up I'm never stopping
Really feeling like I'm popping
Really feeling like I got it, Really feeling like I'm on it 
I'm still lost
Still looking for the end like the dealer buying cars
I'm rolling through the city with my windows down
Shit I'm on track until these bad vibes come around
Shit I'm never really switching, 5th gear I'm really dipping
150 Really sipping, got Fourest really singing
A milli gotta get it, gotta go and win it
But that's my focus, you in it for the moment
Shit I'm in it to be golden
And that's obvious, but the problem really is I'm struggling to be positive 

Two lighters in the sky like you know it's us 
Roll the dice, roll one up 
Had to let the flame die 
No choice but to pass you up 
F*ck with me I turn ash to dust
Two lighters in the sky like you know it's us 
Roll the dice, roll one up 
Had to let the flame die 
No choice but to pass you up 
F*ck with me I turn ash to dust

F*ck is niggas on 
Talk to me like you know me, you don't 
I walk this road by myself 
The battles carry on 
For all the times I've been at war in my head Just thinking where I went wrong 
Now I could care less, truthfully 
F*ck class, I spoke my mind they never listened 
Make some room for me 
I'ma be here for a minute 
I never asked for permission 
I always lived through addiction 
Contrast differs 
My every situation sits in division, trust 
I never a trust a man 
I barley trust my friends 
Backhanded promises, f*ck tryna make amends 
The truth was never an option
Whats to tell what I believe in 
There's levels to this shit 
Four seasons, f*ck the season 
I feel the change, so who I'm waiting on
Know your position and your place  
Who did I really ever need, it's a phase
I lose faith 
Who eating on the sideline all season 
Thought you knew better 
Who calling plays 
We've been taking niggas out the game 
Lately 
But it still wasn't a choice 
Who really won
The sequel coming soon
This still season one 
Swinging with no advance 
Trying to let another hit run 
Running from nothing 
It's still never enough
Whole time I thought my fucking time was up 
Now I'm the least of my worries, change of event 
Now the message sent 
All it took was closing doors 
Now I study walls 
Wouldn't believe what I've been surrounded in 
Nigga, no wonder you at a loss of friends 
Don't even play pretend with me 
Lost trust, then lost steps 
I lost cuz, I'm out my mind 
Walking through the mud 
Painting pictures of where I was 
I'm indicative 
Caught between wanting to live, or living for it
I'm stuck 
When a hug from my grandmother was enough to cure mental
Notes of riddles with a pencil 
But I haven't seen a class in 9 months 
Last year a hand full, now I carry more 
But I stand still, with my eyes peeled 
So what's real 
I wait to kill and go and kill 
I don't feel

Cuz' I'm rocking 40's and shorties 
Them 40 once bottles on me 
Take this glass and take a shot for the homies 
I'm a man of god but Jesus all I want to do is sink 
When I put this weed in my system 
My bars harder to reach 

What if we worthless
What if the meaning of the surface hit the bottom 
All the cloths we wearing day to day just really worthless 
Empty price tags I buy time, no side time, it's my life, I cash checks and smile at my Rolex
Empty price tags, I run and chase that
Move to South Beach, where my James at
06 wade bring the heat back
I win a chip and a grab a ring, I got this gold cap on my teeth
My earrings shinning and they blinding drivers when it's late
A couple grand in my safe, a couple grand in my mattress 
A couple grand in the savings, you try to take it ain't happen
Got some Jordan's on my feet, You wanna fly like mike 
I fly with Jordan, fly like Rodman, write like Tyler, get recording 
I'm making money by the minute, gaining proper. by the minute
Seen the cities shit I'm in the center of it
I seen the eyes of fans when performing, shows promise
Reeks of green, when y'all sing, y'all a dollar sign to me

No thought was put in to this 
I fell off the ledge, lost my mind, made up a story of how i'll end this shit 
It's inconclusive  
No choice, but to care about each dollar and what it's really worth 
Don't lift the curse 
Just Kill me first 
Or help me deal with my thoughts in disperse 

No choice i gotta do it
Every shot and every dollar spent reflections of my ending, high school summer stories
I'm sick of this and that, I sit back and pass some packs
And pass a rap and pass a stack, Conrado pass me that

Don't believe in me now it's too late 
I sold the deal without a deal 
I'll help you see it clearer like rapitil 
Workin still 
Alright f*ck everybody sincerely 
Might reach sinatica 
When I say it I feel it for real
Real as they come, fee-fi-fo 
Either way we number, yea 
Y'all can finish the sentence 
Real levels level like tenets
Catch it like we playing fetch 
No back and forth this not tennis 
No talking I do what I want 
No strings we've been independent 
Cursing 'em all, sue me or nigga get used to me 
Used to these mother fuckers believe in keeping ya peace 
We out like we touring 
My signature official keep forging shit 
Ima bad sport 
No choice find me in court

Two lighters in the sky like you know it's us 
Roll the dice, roll one up 
Had to let the flame die 
No choice but to pass you up 
F*ck with me I turn ash to dust

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Written by: Charles Bivens, Derek Biaggi, Rhea Jacob

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