Conway the Machine - 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 [?] 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