Killa
Nipsey Hussle
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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 gon' fill you out Couple moves from yo quota, come f*ck 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 They 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 Yeah, look 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 Seville's, 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 Know 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 cross 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 is short, 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
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Written by: Ermias Asghedom
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