Killa Lyrics

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 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

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