Flaco Prince - Last Crusade Lyrics

Here are the lyrics for Last Crusade:

Money lost ark, when I run for a check

Haters in the back, got the Boulder run through

I don't need a turn heads, know what's the move

Shit I know what's ahead, So I lean on the side

Finna take all risks, so I bee on the hive

When they on my ass like five, (did you blow?)

I don't know but I know can't be on the hind

Indiana so the gold stay locked in my mind

Stay locked in my mind

I wanna chase these goals

But the n***** gon fold, man they on the last page

You wanna say you on the stream, i don't see you on the wave

Nah i don't see you on the wave

So I wave goodbye, cuz I know I'm gon die

This the final eye to eye, shit was all jus' a lie

It was all jus' a lie

If you hear this song, or if I pop from this song

Shit I know you gon cry, and I know you gon beg

It's the last crusade, nigga Indiana Jones

You on the top of the phone, so you stay on the edge

Could've done some things, could've done everything, could've anything

With one leg, one leg

Bird box blindfold, imma need bread

Doctor jones in temple, got my own procedures

Ima leader, ima lead myself to leave her

Wit, Wit one leg, one leg

Got away, I'm behind the clothes, don't take the pegs

Got the pegs equal money, finna die a stranger

When the see me overseas, gonna hit glaciers

With, With one leg, one leg

I advantage when I manage, though I can't find

Anyone, anybody here wanna be my friend

New season, new energy when their skin sheds

Aye

With one leg, two legs

Gotta family

Still agony

Dealt tragedy

God what made you think of this galaxy

Niggas can't tell me jack when absently

Flightless bird out the cage

Jus a couple ft and he can't glide

Cmon king spread your wings

That's just some shit that I can't try

Misunderstood in this world

Point of view of his they can't collide

Same blood type, D.N.A

Multiply some n*****, and then divide


Flightless bird out the cage

Just a couple ft and he can't glide

Cmon king spread your wings

That's just some shit that I can't try

Misunderstood in this world

Point of view of his they can't collide

Same blood type, D.N.A

Multiply some n*****, and they divide


It's the last crusade, I'm just runnin to the sun

Like I'm running from the plague

Where you been, you awake?

Y'all be sayin we united, i'm in a different kinda state

Under god, I'm the clouds, who been waiting at the gate?

I don't see any fakes, i don't see any fakes

I don't see any members, but then I remember

They decide in December, so decide now or never

Now I'm back to the nag, wit my whip, and my gat

Imma gallop through path, with my stick and my satch

Wit, wit my,

With my whip and my gat

Wit my stick and my satch