Conway The Machine - State Greens lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - State Greens lyrics]
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?
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
You talk it, but I live it nigga
Fresh off that plane nigga
State to state nigga you know what I mean?
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