State Greens

Yeah, nigga machine, nigga
You talk it, but I live it nigga
Fresh off that plane nigga
State to state nigga you know what I mean?

Look, my shooter be on his young shit
Runnin' through the shortcut
100 round drum shit
Look, where I'm from I run shit
Don't talk my ear off with all
That bust your gun shit
If you ain't never done shit
Nigga I ain't bite my tongue, bitch
I said it I meant it
Your head'll gets splitted
The lead to your melon, we predicate felons
100 mil' in the stash feel better than heaven
Prick got three and a half
And dunn's got seven
All I got is my son and this MAC-11
I put you in a box laid
Up in front of a reverend
A few people saw me, but didn't snitch
That was a blessin' (woo)
These niggas still in my way
I wrote the book and niggas
Tryin' to steal a page
In VIP blowin' what you tryin' to save
Look at me wrong I'll bust
Your head with a spade uh, I'm '06 D Wade
40 on the hip I hope that nigga feel brave
Yeah, Aventadors on Melrose
The Devil's Reject
When I was born hell froze the L's rolled
You can smell it in my clothes
I used to sell O's in
This East Buffalo hell hole
Westbrook on a fast break
The streetsweeper make your house shake
Pistol whip that fuck nigga
How that blood in your mouth taste?
My dawg wacked a nigga for an 18
And he ain't even 18
I let you fuck niggas try to chase dreams
My nigga I'm just tryin' to
Stay out them state greens
Man, I'm just tryin' to stay
Up out them state greens