Killa

My AC on, my ceiling cracked

Smoking killer

Light my backwood, count a hunnid racks

Smoking killer

I pull up in that black on black

Smoking killer

My AC on, my ceiling cracked

Smoking killer

I wake up in this state of mind

Like sky's the limit

My ****'s strapped, you cross 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 up and my wheels give out

These backwoods burn slow, like my bills dish out

When them people come for you, they gon' steal your house

Put your name on them papers, they gon' fill you out

Couple moves from your quota, come fuck up your count

How 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'ma keep this balance, 'cause it ain't no turning back

Ain't no lookin' down, my **** 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 killer

Light my backwood, count a hunnid racks

Smoking killer

I pull up in that black on black

Smoking killer

My AC on, my ceiling cracked

Smoking killer

Yeah, look

What's the deal, ****? What's the deal, ****?

How you feel now you know this shit is real, ****?

Once upon a time, was in the field, ****

War time, really kill or killed ****

Gunfire, shooting out civils', ****

Young wild, police gon' deal with ya

Not too many still living

So, I gotta paint it real vivid

I'm surprised that I'm here, ****

Now I'm blind to my fears, ****

I shine like DeBeers, ****

And fly like a Leer, ****

Climb like the stairs, ****

Spend time out in Paris, ****

Come from where the grannies gotta bury ****

And money make these hoes wanna marry ****

My AC on, my ceiling cracked

Smoking killer

Light my backwood, count a hunnid racks

Smoking killer

I pull up in that black on black

Smoking killer

My AC on, my ceiling cracked

Smoking killer

I think about them late nights

Drive to Vegas, crossing state lines

Finally did it, it just take time

Since I was yay high

My only goal was get this cake, right?

Know what they say, right?

You on your own, it's what you make life

But you was out there everyday, right?

Tryna push far, tryna eat steak, right?

Put some hunnids in your safe, right?

Hang some flat screens in your place, right?

Life is short, just in case, right?

Gave something to the Lord, just in case, right?

Sit solo, first class on the straight flight

I remember waiting on my day like

Everyday I'm on this paper chase life

Stand between these buildings till 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 killer

Light my backwood, count a hunnid racks

Smoking killer

I pull up in that black on black

Smoking killer

My AC on, my ceiling cracked

Smoking killer