[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
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

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
I wake up in this state of mind, like sky's the limit
My n***as 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 n***as ain't concerned with that
More concerned with cash
More concerned with running laps, running rap
Getting rich, then run it back

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
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
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
What's the deal, n***a? What's the deal, n***a?
How you feel? Now you know this shit is real, n***a
Once upon a time was in the field, n***a
War time, really kill or kill, n***a
Gunfire, shooting out civills, n***a
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, n***a
Naw, I'm blind to my fears, n***a
I shine like De Beers, n***a
And fly like a Lear, n***a
Climb like the stairs, n***a
Spend time out in Paris, n***a
Come from where the grannies gotta bury n***as
And money make these hoes wanna marry n***as

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
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

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
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
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
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