Cris Dinero on the track

[Chorus]
Every day it look like an illusion
I was cruising down the highway to Hell
But my demons told me cool it
Lord forgive me for my sinning
But my n***as never choosy
If I'm riding then I'm sliding
Windows tinted, blowing lucies
Every day look it like an illusion
I was cruising down the highway to Hell
But my demons told me cool it
Lord forgive me for my sinning
But my n***as never choosy
If I'm riding then I'm sliding
Windows tinted, blowing lucies

[Verse 1]
Drop top with a regular bitch
I remember all the days in the crib
Kick rocks big bank on my payroll yeah
Money make a n***a skin suntan
Like Yazmine ain't you fucking proud of me?
I'm out here looking like a robbery
And all I was doing the pottery
I was running, ducking, bucking right from the feds
Bust a molly then its back to the trap
This life is too crazy
I can't wind up dead
Paranoia fucking up with my head
Boy, you gotta fuck it up, what you saying?
Count a rack up in the tote when I'm vacant
Show them boys that you the one that's not playing
Kodak boppin' in my funeral playing
Kodak boppin' in my funeral playing