Sigel in State Prop lyrics

[Verse]
Uh, yeah, lemme see that 'gnac, n*gga, uh, let me get a light, uh
Look, my shooter going for his eighth body (Kay)
Half a cake on the table, clean your plate, Bobby (Sniff!)
Keep a K by me, back seat of the grey Mazi' (Uhuh)
Shot in my head and lived, I'm the n*gga you can't body (Haaah!)
My dawg went upstate for a robbery
They gave him 15, been down 4
He’ll be home in another 8 probably (n*gga's sure)
n*gga, we had beef with
Was in the same jail thinking he safe probably
Left the meat, hanging off his face sloppy (Put that in, my n*gga)
Yeah, a yam of white go for a handsome price
Whip them grams 'til night
Turn on that cold water, hand me ice
Dip my hands in ice, b*tches see how my wrist is dancing, yikes! (You see it, right?)
Them racks I ran I stack my bands up Tyson Chandler height (Hahahaha!)
Snatched the phantom white
Your b*tch said I’m that n*gga, damn, you right (I guess you right, baby)
My safe look like I pulled off the Lufthansa Heist (Haaah)
Ratchet, blam, goodnight
I’m The Machine, b*tch, don’t hand me mics
God flow, I slap one of these rappers with the hands of Christ
On Grammy night, look, don’t talk to me 'bout how you trapping either
You can’t afford it, or I don’t f*ck with you, so don’t ask for features (Don't ask me for no f*cking features)
I'm back in Neiman's spending racks on sneakers (Uhuh)
Copped the Balenciagas, rocking Raf Adidas
Dawg was selling dog food, I thought all he had was reefer (I thought you had OG, n*gga)
This n*gga had his hands on boy like a catholic preacher (You had this the whole time, n*gga?)
This that animal rough sh*t
I'm with the same shooters that I ran through the cut with (Brrrrr)
Griselda, motherf*ckers, we don’t stand for no f*ck sh*t (Uh)
I'm Sigel in State property, what hand you roll up with? (Hahahaha!)
[Boom! Who you roll up with!?]
This for them n*ggas still selling base (Kay)
Married to the streets, smoking wedding cake (Cap)
MAC-11 by the waist, the felons can't relate (Uhuh)
Even Warren G respect the way I Regulate (Hahaha!)
My youngin shooting like he Lillard, he don’t hesitate (Brr)
And every time we score on the opps, we gotta celebrate (Boom boom boom!)
Machine