[Lyric] Routes To Hell (Trz (USA))

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Little nigga be actin' wild, livin' foul, never seen 'em smile
Mama never notice change, smokin' weed meanwhile
He stackin' the loot, just watchin' the pipes ignite
He stitchin' bitches, totin' his TEC, smokin' blunts all night
The CZ's havin' dreams of fuckin' friends or foes
Brand new clothes, fire hoes openin' up Lex doors
Every smell's deceivin' in the crew, he won't take it light
See me choose [?] in the middle of night
So I bе sittin' back, thinkin' about the stress that I be undеr
It wasn't real hard to say my hood would take me under
But I wonder, thoughts of myself when I be sleepin'
Who would be that nigga to take my life and then my bein' but I'm seein'
Death at an early age, rage is an everyday stage
And the plots is niggas with Glocks, watch the spots
The cops don't got they mind on the street
Watchin' your back, don't slack 'cause you can't feel no creep
Knee deep, I don't wanna be but I gotta be
Blunt smoke in my chest and I'm feelin' I'm not blessed
A Rolex on my neck, walkin' the '95 Lex-us
I'm ready to bust but no job ain't seein' me illegally
I can attain the money and the chain
Resource may be fatal, endin' out with the [?]
G thang when I'm gettin' high in a while
My mind creatin' mental boost, puffin' up on my blackened mouth
Make me dial 6-6-6 and drinkin' brew
I'm on the routes to hell, what the fuck should I do?
Warn the crew, separate the lies from the truths
And every move I make 'em relate, know how to get the loot
[Chorus]
I'm on the routes to hell, what the fuck should I do?
Can't listen to moms 'cause she don't rolls with my crew
Shit ain't right, money's tight in this age
Another nigga caught slippin' on the front page
I'm on the routes to hell, what the fuck should I do?
Can't listen to moms 'cause she don't rolls with my crew
Shit ain't right, money's tight in this age
Another nigga caught slippin' on the front page

[Verse 2]
Keep ya head up in the pen till we see you again
I lick shots in the air kid and pour straight Gin
When the revolution comes son I know you'll be ready
Until that day we meet again keep your mind rock steady
Keep your head up and maintain, a steady balanced brain
I feel nothin' but pain 'cause you locked up in that cage
Kids goin' up in our hood, they startin' to front
Remember Delby, he got popped over a blunt
And these clubs ain't safe but I'll just go anyway
I'll be waitin' for the day to display the stolen bullets from the MIA
A knuckle sandwich souffle
All I'm tryna say, it ain't that easy out here
But we holdin' down the fort till you get outta there
Oh yeah the niggas from 4th, I heard they tryna plot
To catch you in your sleep with some sharpened ass rocks
It don't stop, nigga be singin' the Blues like they was BB
They caught in welfare, they say it's good for our city
Woman, man and child, I know it's gon' be wild
Clipped [?] capacity for niggas livin' foul
He know I ain't slippin' and I'm down for the rocks
But I ain't tryna push the bases, get popped and kick the bucket
Fuck it, I'm goin' all out, that new expense
Give a pound to little rich I heard he just got in the ditch
He won't last long, prolly do that suicide thang
A changer to the moods [?] coroner [?]
You the man, maintain dude and check your commissary
Don't lose all your squares in one game of Solitaire
I know it's hereditary rolled by you and the oldest
It couldn't have been your fault, them crowds planted all the rules
I'm on the routes to hell but please don't tell me I didn't warn ya
[Chorus]
I'm on the routes to hell, what the fuck should I do?
Can't listen to moms 'cause she don't rolls with my crew
Shit ain't right, money's tight in this age
Another nigga caught slippin' on the front page
I'm on the routes to hell, what the fuck should I do?
Can't listen to moms 'cause she don't rolls with my crew
Shit ain't right, money's tight in this age
Another nigga caught slippin' on the front page

[Outro]
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