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conway the machine - 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
[?] 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 h-ll froze
the l’s rolled, you can smell it in my clothes
i used to sell o’s in this east buffalo h-ll 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

- conway the machine lyrics

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