Daringer - State Greens lyrics

[Intro] Yeah n***a Machine n***a You talk it, but I live it n***a Fresh off that plane n***a State to state n***a You know what I mean? [Verse 1: Conway] Look, my shooter be on his young sh** Runnin' through the shortcut, 100 round drum sh** Look, where I'm from I run sh** Don't talk my ear off with all that bust your gun sh** If you ain't never done sh** n***a I ain't bite my tongue, b**h, I said it I meant it Your head it gets splitted The lead to your melon, the predicate felons 100 mill in the stash feel better than heaven [?] got three and a half and dun'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***as still in my way I wrote the book and n***as 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***a feel brave A [?] dog's 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** n***a How that blood in your mouth taste? My dawg wacked a n***a for an 18, and he ain't even 18 I let you f** n***as try to chase dreams My n***a I'm just tryin' to stay out them state greens Man, I'm just tryin' to stay up out them state greens