"State Green" lyrics

YG Teck & Peezy Lyrics

"State Green"

Rather wear Dior instead of state greens
Really been outside before 18
Rather wear Dior instead of state greens oh lord (2024Ever)
I say oh lord
(Ain't no signal over here what, ain't no signal over here bitch)

Really been outside before 18
I be in the streets not on SayCheese
Feet up on they neck man they can't breathe
Rather wear Dior instead of state green (Oh lord)
Really been outside before 18
I be in the streets not on SayCheese
Feet up on they neck man they can't breathe (That's what I'm tryn tell you though)
Rather wear Dior instead of state green oh lord

Really been outside before 18 (18)
I'm a starter playing for the A Team (D1)
We used to nick and dime before the weight came (That's my sale)
We used to short stop when the play came (Geeking)
Really from it niggas can't tell me nothing 'bout it
They say you special when you did it and you come up out it (I'm HIM)
Pay attention when I move I'mma be up if you blink
Ion tell my side of the story give a fuck what you think
Alotta diamonds just to cover up my worst scars (Bricky)
Nigga Ion get lucky, I just work hard
Every year been going up like the perc cost
You 'ont profit cause you still get ya work hard
A sweatsuit and profit 30 fuck how it look
And still a make it jump back if I dry cook
Last year a hunnit thou was my Louie billAnd before I had a mill I know I blew a mill oh lord

Really been outside before 18
I be in the streets not on SayCheese
Feet up on they neck man they can't breathe
Rather wear Dior instead of state green (Oh lord)
Really been outside before 18 (Before 18)
I be in the streets not on SayCheese (Yeah)
Feet up on they neck man they can't breathe (Yeah)
Rather wear Dior instead of state green oh lord (Ghetto)

Street nigga lifestyle might not make it
Get high, fuck hoes and catch cases
Grew up onna street where it ain't no faking
Momma said no matter what son you can't live basic
Hard hustling got me up sumn
Yeah
Both my kids got trust funds
Nigga
I been doing this so long I'm starting to feel like I'm old
Six thousand dollar jacket cause the game getting cold
The streets say whatever it is you doing stay in that mode
They ain't wanna give me flowers had to jump
In that Rolls
Now it's Instagram models front row at my shows
Drinking pink Ace of Spades but the chain rose gold
Yeah
Started with a dollar and a dream (What else)
Now these bitches see us and they holler and scream (Yeah)
Thousand gram cuban round my neck I can barely breathe (2024Ever)
Man we really been outside since we was barely teens

Really been outside before 18 (Before 18)
I be in the streets not on SayCheese (Not on SayCheese)
Feet up on they neck man they can't breathe
Rather wear Dior instead of state green (Oh lord)
Really been outside before 18 (Before 18)
I be in the streets not on SayCheese (Not on SayCheese)
Feet up on they neck man they can't breathe (Now they can't breathe)
Rather wear Dior instead of state green oh lord

(Ain't no signal over here what, ain't no signal over here bitch)
Mmhmm
Make sense to me
2024Ever


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