State Greens

[Intro]

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?

[Verse]

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