Artist: Trife Diesel f/ Boaz Album: The Project Pope Song: State to State Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Trife Diesel] Yeah, Uhh, What the fuck is up, DJ Chef, I see you Good lookin out, New York's backbone nigga Gaten Island, Holla, Pistolvania, Uhh Do these niggas dirty, Got my bag big Uh huh, Yeah, Du-Lilz what up, Rick what up, Yeah, Ayo... [Trife Diesel] Ayo I got niggas in uniforms true to form The rap game is like feet watch me remove the corns So I'd advise yall to move along or lose your pawns And there's enough dough for all of us to eat So don't complain when the food is gone Yall dudes is movin wrong, I write a mean quick sixteen Before the engineer could even que the song Meet the new LeBron, The man that started his career Featured on the most slept on album of the year Ricker's Island niggas is stylin and whilin on a chair Some nigga got his face blown, Now he's smilin ear to ear Yeah, My dough grow like Chia pets, Adidas sweats Two time felon, Two carry guns like Korean vets Niggas respect my swagger, The white boys listen to my songs Whilin in they dogs and Wagner Sippin Henny out of muddy cups, Don't try to study us Cause Trife Da God and Du-Lilz we keep them buddies tucked [Chorus 2X: Boaz, (Trife Diesel)] From city to city, State to state, (Them niggas aint fuckin with us) Guns up if you want us, (Then you come and get us) (Yeah them niggas from the Island is here) And the homie from the burb, (Look who whilin this year) [Boaz] You know I rep for the strip, The tech and the clip Them things go for low prices I'm down and dirty about this money, Still I'm pro righteous The coke butter, I get it raw like Osirus Like these hoes in bands we stretchin O's to brand Fill them foes with lead, Fuck a body snatch a soul instead I'm tryna make you understand me No remorse for your people, I'll take you from your family And give you back to your creator Bring war to your door just a snap and your ____ And put you on smooth seas, A happier crusader My flows so loco, Just listen it's your brain on drugs The haze, The Henny, The stress aint the same on thugs You know I try to get it off just as fast as I re up Fresh gear, Fresh Airs, The homie stay G'd up Thirty dollars a gram, Still rollin the weed up Your blocks slow I hit with that product and speed up [Chorus]