Killa Smoke (Los Angeles Session) Lyrics

I come

To you

In

My AC on my ceiling cracked

Smoking Killa

Light my backwood count 100 racks

Smoking Killa

I pull up in that black on black

Overtime cus I aint have a mic

Pockets funny playing Mailbox Money

Tryna stack it right

My AC on my ceiling cracked

Smoking Killa

Recording live in the Crenshaw District (Uh Huh)

I'm ready

Look

Pull up to BOK's

I got a show today

This all I'm tryna do

Hussle and Motivate

Made like 60 plays

Balling the Nipsey way

That's why they follow me huh

Need Huncho to lead the way

Smoke spot was right by Naifehs

Use to Re-up right by Lacy

In a black on black Mercedes

Never thought that rap would hold on

Never thought that rap might save me

J Huncho you don't know Jamie

Elevated nah I aint the same me (Nah)

I wake up in this state of mind like sky's the limit

Remember told them boys my vision

Looked like they was thizzing

Now they make the thizz face whenever I rap a sentence

Smoking Killa riding Mercedez Benz through the Crenshaw District

Still a hit the Slauson Mall and grab some white tees then I'm dipping

From Hyde Park to Hobart where me and Ryco use to kick it

Tryna kick shit with all them bitches ooh if they could see me now

Looking at Nip murals like this how you received when you put it down

Took the hussle to my town

Now I be riding round

Smoking Killa

Light my backwood count 100 racks

Smoking Killa

I pull up in that black on black

Overtime cus I aint have a mic

Pockets funny playing Mailbox Money

Tryna stack it right

My ac on my ceiling cracked

Smoking Killa

I wake up in this state of mind

Like sky's the limit (Sky's the limit)

My niggas strapped

You cross the line (Cross the line)

Well I'm gone kill you (I'm gone kill you)

I'm focused on a million cash

That's the vision (That's the vision)

Speeding and I'm finna crash that's the feeling (That's the feeling)