(Verse 1) Rollin’ through the trap with a trunk full of flame Every whip that I park, they all know my name Backwood lit like the sky on fire Whole block hazed up, smoke rise higher Forty-four pounds, that exotic loud Burn so thick it could drown the crowd Enemies whisper when I slide on sight Gas so strong make a fiend see light Midnight runs when the plays get made Cash count crisp, no debt, no fade Got the stick in the seat and the beam on line If you talk too slick, you’ll cross that line Every lane glow when the whip pass slow Smoke pour heavy like a pyro show Chrome heart gleam, no love, just code Every puff pure gold when the pressure explode Seen OGs turn ghost in a week I just puff, stay low, don’t speak Whole hood know who supply that flame Forty-four bags — that’s respect, not fame (Chorus) 44 pounds of smoke, Whole city fade when I pull, they choke Got my killers posted, ready to ride Every ounce glow when I’m outside 44 pounds of smoke — let the world choke (Verse 2) Eyes stay low but I see that play Scent so loud it could wake L.A. Keep a scale in the dash and a Glock for the hate All gas, no breaks, every move be great Hood call me the preacher of flame Every sermon I spit got weight in my name Trap stay sacred, every zip get blessed I’m the last one left when the block get stressed Cali born heat, Sac bloodline deep I don’t talk about packs, I just move that keep Leaf twist slow while the tension build Bong smoke swirl when the vibe get real Whole car fogged, can’t see my hands But the 44 flip like contraband Enemies lurk but they choke on smoke Try to test mine, get the barrel spoke Power in the lungs, no fear, no sleep Every hit remind me what pain can keep Every puff another scar I hide Every flame another soul that died (Chorus) 44 pounds of smoke, Whole city fade when I pull, they choke Got my killers posted, ready to ride Every ounce glow when I’m outside 44 pounds of smoke — let the world choke (Verse 3) Ashtray heavy, room look ghost Clouds so dense they could drown the coast Every inhale feel close to death Still I puff that flame till it’s all that’s left Duffel packed tight, full freight weight No sleep, no breaks, just fate I face Crew all lit, same path, same pace Every puff divine, every hit got grace Chrome flash bright, reflections burn All my ops learn when the tables turn Don’t speak much, just load, then ride 44 bags got me sanctified No cap talk, all real, no act Just pain and hustle where the love lack When the smoke clear, I remain intact Gas in my chest, no turnin’ back From the streets to the sky, I ascend in haze Every breath sin, every exhale praise All I know — this weight, this life Forty-four pounds keep the fire alive (Chorus – Final) 44 pounds of smoke, Whole city fade when I pull, they choke Got my killers posted, ready to ride Every ounce glow when I’m outside 44 pounds of smoke — let the world choke
