sigel in state prop

look

my shooter going for his eighth body

half a cake on the table

clean your plate buddy

keep a k by me

back seat of the grey mazi

shot in my head and lived

i'm the nigga you can't body

my dawg went upstate for a robbery

they gave him 15

been down 4

he'll be home in another 8 probably

nigga we had beef with

was in the same jail thinking he safe probably

left the meat hanging off his face sloppy

yeah

a yam of white go for a handsome price

whip them grams 'til night

turn on that cold water

hand me ice

dip my hands in ice

bitches see how my wrist is dancing

yikes!

them racks i ran i stack my bands up tight since chandler heights

snatched the phantom white

your bitch said i'm that nigga

damn you right

my safe look like i pulled off the lufthansa heist

ratchet

blam

goodnight

i'm the machine bitch

don't hand me mics

god flow

i slap one of these rappers with the hands of christ

on grammy night

look

don't talk to me 'bout how you trapping either

you can't afford it or i don't fuck with you

so don't ask for features

i'm back in neimans spending racks on sneakers

copped the balenciagas rocking raf adidas

dawg was selling dog food

i thought all he had was reefer

this nigga had his hands on boy like a catholic preacher

this that animal rough shit

i'm with the same shooters that i ran through the cut with

griselda motherfuckers

we don't stand for no fuck shit

i'm sigel in state property

what hand you roll up with?

this for them niggas still selling base

married to the streets

smoking wedding cake

mac-11 by the waist

the felons can relate

even warren g respect the way i regulate

my youngin shooting like he lillard he don't hesitate

and every time we score on the opps we got to celebrate

machine