State Greens lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, n*gga
Machine, n*gga
You talk it, but I live it n*gga
Fresh off that plane n*gga
State to state n*gga
You know what I mean?

[Verse]
Look, my shooter be on his young sh*t
Runnin' through the shortcut, 100 round drum sh*t
Look, where I'm from I run sh*t
Don't talk my ear off with all that bust your gun sh*t
If you ain't never done sh*t
n*gga I ain't bite my tongue, b*tch, 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 n*ggas still in my way
I wrote the book and n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 f*ck n*gga
How that blood in your mouth taste?
My dawg wacked a n*gga for an 18, and he ain't even 18
I let you f*ck n*ggas try to chase dreams
My n*gga I'm just tryin' to stay out them state greens
Man, I'm just tryin' to stay up out them state greens