Last Route Lyrics

Flash out or crash out boy I'm on they ass now

I see these niggas plottin' on me, stay high so I won't lash out

I won't let them come between my mission in my bag now

Haters hatin' my existence, what they really mad bout

They know they ain't competition, just envious and fanned out

My destiny been written with precision, future planned out

I been holdin' back for way too long, my foot up on the gas now

I ain't got no other option, this music is my Last Route

You coulda told me you needed space, instead you left that left me dead

Shit, we coulda took a break, resolve that shit and went ahead

Ain't it crazy, how one mistake, could leave me hurt thank God for meds

Made your decision and I won't chase you shit, but thank God for legs

I won't chase, no, I won't beg, the only thing I chase, that bread

The only thing I'm chasing is my dream and them dead presidents

I won't chase, no, I won't beg, the only thing I chase, that bread

The only thing I'm chasing is my dream and them dead

And them dead presidents, I'll get you stretched

Tat 3.S.O. up on my chest, three shooters only

More than that, more than 50 niggas on your head

Shout out Meezy, that be my yeah, he tolerate, no disrespect

Stamp that shit, I know we next, all that shit I won't regret

Uh,

Who wanna play with the demon?

I get high as fuck and I start tweaking for no reason

You see me, we came up from the bleachers It's a three world and a young nigga season

Me and my crew gon' come up, we gon' rock the stage and blow up together

And most of these niggas gon' hate it, it's in their DNA, they was born to be jealous

Fuck that shit, I was born to be a legend, I ain't worried about shit, I'm around some steppers

Go ahead, take it to that level, any nigga try to play, get hit with metal

Hated by many men, I'm just a young nigga from the slums, you know I'm posed to win

And just for thinking you above me, I might check your chin

Nigga, I might, I might, I might

Flash out or crash out boy I'm on they ass now

I see these niggas plottin' on me, stay high so I won't lash out

I won't let them come between my mission in my bag now

Haters hatin' my existence, what they really mad bout

They know they ain't competition, just envious and fanned out

My destiny been written with precision, future planned out

I been holdin' back for way too long, my foot up on the gas now

I ain't got no other option, this music is my Last Route

Free cash

Love,3SO

3 Life

3 World

I don't need space, so get away from me I'm sick of all these games

I don't need fake faces all around me