Nipsey Hussle - Killa lyrics

My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
Light my backwood, count 100 racks
Smoking killa
I pull up in that black on black
Smoking killa
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa

I wake up in this state of mind
Like sky's the limit
My niggas said you crossed the line
Well I'm gon' kill you
I'm focused on a million cash
That's the vision
Speeding and I'm finna crash
That's the feeling
Until my tires burn, though
And my wheels give out
These backwoods burn slow
Like my bills dish out
When them people come for you
They gone steal yo house
Put yo name on them papers
They gone fill you out
Couple moves from yo quota
Come fuck up yo count
Have you thinking bounce back when you out
Look, I'm tip-toeing over traps
Tight-roping at a height
You fall you knowing it's a wrap
But, I'm gon' keep this balance
Cause it ain't no turning back
Ain't no looking down
My niggas ain't concerned with that
More concerned with cash
More concerned with running laps, running rap
Getting rich, then run it back

My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
Light my backwood, count 100 racks
Smoking killa
I pull up in that black on black
Smoking killa
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa

What's the deal, nigga? What's the deal
Nigga?
How you feel? Now you know this shit is real
Nigga
Once upon a time was in the field, nigga
War time, really kill or kill, nigga
Gunfire, shooting out civills, nigga
Young, wild, police gon' deal with you
Not too many still living
So I gotta paint it real vivid
I'm surprised that I'm here, nigga
Naw, I'm blind to my fears, nigga
I shine like De Beers, nigga
And fly like a Lear, nigga
Climb like the stairs, nigga
Spend time out in Paris, nigga
Come from where the grannies
Gotta bury niggas
And money make these hoes wanna marry niggas

My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
Light my backwood, count 100 racks
Smoking killa
I pull up in that black on black
Smoking killa
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa

I think about them late nights
Drive to Vegas across the state lines
Finally did it, it just take time
Since I was ye' high
My only goal was get this cake right
And what they say, right
You on your own, it's what you make life
You was out there everyday, right?
Tryna push foreign, tryna eat steak, right?
Put some hunnids in yo safe, right?
Hang some flat screens in yo place, right?
Life insurance, just in case, right?
Gave something to the lawyer, just in case
Right? Sitting solo, first class
On a straight flight
I remember waiting on my day like
Everyday I'm on this paper chase, like
Stand between these buildings
'til the daylight
Wiggle through the prisons and
The grave sites
Then you finally get it, and you take flight

My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
Light my backwood, count 100 racks
Smoking killa
I pull up in that black on black
Smoking killa
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa