Routes To Hell Trüz (USA)

[Intro]
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And we gon' do it like
I'm on the routes to hell with affection

[Verse 1]
Little nigga be actin' wild, livin' foul, never seen 'em smile
Mama never noticed 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 takе it light
See Miss' shoes, me bail out in the middlе of night
So I be sittin' back, thinkin' about the stress that I be under
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 thing 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