Nipsey Hussle - k**a lyrics

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle] My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking k**a Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking k**a I pull up in that black on black, smoking k**a My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking k**a [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' k** 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 f** 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 [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] What's the deal, n***a? What's the deal, n***a? How you feel? Now you know this sh** is real, n***a Once upon a time was in the field, n***a War time, really k** or k**, 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 [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] [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 cla**, 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 [Hook: Nipsey Hussle]