Casablanca ft. Youasway Lyrics

A lethal message, mail it out to your brethren

Like a talk from God to the heavens

Right jab, get the stepping, a mix of Rocky and Apollo

Turning heads staccato, I feel empathy but lack sorrow

Dark road ahead, be the light and follow

The words, if the vehicle should swerve, learn to lean into the curve

Shout out to all my homies working from 9 to 5

Shout out to all my homies working from crime to crime

You still got time to shine, like them stars

You stay up to the grind, you might get a puff of that cigar

As I sit back, run it back, hold up, run it back

While I touch down on this track and I'm living lavish

Got grass in my pockets like it's common magic

Lethal blow to your nose, we getting ecstatic

Running through with my crew

Third Eye Child, man, fountain of youth