State to State

Verse 1

Paper

Counting paper

Stacked up high

Checks coming in from every different state

Niggas mad because they broke and I just ate

Dirty money

Clean shoes

Riding in a rental with the tinted glass

Hundred racks inside the dash

Gotta make it last

I hit the stage

Crowd goes wild for the flow

Selling out the tickets at the front row

Getting paid to talk

Walking with a limp

Gold teeth shining like a pimp

Every verse is heavy

Heavy like a brick

Stupid niggas trying to get a lick

Never

Never fold

Never tell a soul

Sold my first tape for a bag of gold

I am the god of the hustle

Muscle in the trunk

Dump a whole clip on a punk

Smurf in the building

Purpdogg on the track

Knock a nigga flat on his back

No mercy

No peace

Just the money and the grease

I see the fake ones through the lens

Building up a kingdom with my friends

Rapping for the hungry

Trapping for the rent

Every single dollar is well spent

I don't need a hook

I don't need a chorus

Driving through the forest

Looking for a victim

Found him and I kicked him

Left him in the ditch

Life is such a bitch

But the money make it better

Writing out a letter

To the bank

Telling them to clear the tank

Big deposits

Walk inside the vault

Everything I do is my own fault

Successful

Blessed

Never stressed

Bulletproof vest on my chest

Talking to the reaper

Secrets getting deeper

Prices getting steeper

On the show

Everywhere I go

Niggas wanna know

How I got the juice

Turned the hounds loose

Tied the golden noose

I am legendary

Cemetery bound

Digging up the profit from the ground

Evil in the spirit

Loud so you can hear it

If you hate the truth then you fear it

Cash

Cold cash

Long cash

Fast cash

Hustle god rising from the ash