Moroccan Hash (Drumr) [Bonus]

Sliding through life on a razor blade
Police chase me higher taser grade
My fleece gold strings the appraiser gave
Raised by my pops 357 laser Jade
Ace of Spades sprayed, like a fusillade
My masquerade turn a deacon into Devil's play
Beyond the drums watch the letters spray
Clouds Billow built off that purple marmalade

Pardon my armor Stargazer under Nightshade
For my trauma want a watch that's like the ice-capades
My Jesus piece swings while I slice ya face
GMT Master II splattered, time is papes
Pull the drapes while I feed the whale
Weaving a tale you couldn't read in brail
This Hay Ima Bail 'til my seeds in Yale
So much dope on the tracks, nigga the fiends should hail

When my bro died, my Jesus Pieces fell
I only hope in future seasons, reasons will tell
I rolled more blunts than I said prayers
Strawberry in Tacoma floated off the rails
All hail the 40 Cal in my luggage
I watched him snitch in court, wish I could plug him
They asking for beef, we open the oven
My nigga got trapped by his hood, saying they love him

Medellin Toasts, next Aruba rockin'
Silverback Ruger drop him, off like a Uber driver
No one behind us made us laugh harder
Now we in France, Moroccan Hash Lance Allworth
My shooter maneuvered through Ohio
Used to guard us at our shows make your medulla fly out
We divide the pie, blow the sky out
This medium said Ima live long, but it's a live route

I copped the Charger Cash, splash the lager
They ain't see my vision, they just passed up on it
I blessed his books, he gone for 10 and counting
If I reach Africa, I'll probably drink from the fountain



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Writer(s): Justin Cross
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