HALFMOON

Grrrrra, pragma ist der Hustla nummer eins, West Coast bars, bury my bones in dat flames, let God guide me to a paradise huh

Midnight chrome, city hums, we ride like ghosts through the pain skrrt

Half-moon castin' shadows, I count scars like a roll call, name by name

Street sermons on the curb, feel the thunder when I speak, no chains yeah

Concrete prayers in my pocket, heartbeat sync to the trap train