Everyday 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 niggas never choosy If I'm riding then I'm sliding Windows tinted, blowing lucies Everyday 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 niggas never choosy If I'm riding then I'm sliding Windows tinted, blowing lucies 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 nigga skin sun tan 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 [?] 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 Everyday 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 niggas never choosy If I'm riding then I'm sliding Windows tinted, blowing loosies Everyday 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 niggas never choosy If I'm riding then I'm sliding Windows tinted, blowing lucies Ok, look The gas gets smoked, Hoes get fucked Niggas know how it goes And the gas gets smoked Hoes get fucked, Pour a four in my cup Niggas really, they know what's up Ay, gas get Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah Ok, gas get smoked Ok, hoes get fucked My cup, pour a four Niggas really know what's up Everyday 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 niggas never choosy If I'm riding then I'm sliding Windows tinted, blowing lucies Everyday 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 niggas never choosy If I'm riding then I'm sliding Windows tinted, blowing lucies