Hit-Boy, Dom Kennedy and Jay 305 - State Champ

Aye Hit, how we gonna lose with shit like this
Jump back in the pocket
Studied the tape, sat back and plotted and read on the topic
My only conclusion, my nigga, these niggas ain't solid
I do this shit for the love
I been told them that we the plug
Now Hit in the socket
Bitch I'm the State Champ
Too many moments I made crack
I couldn't get them to throw a raft
So I'm going overboard overmax
I got some enemies
I gotta bleed 'em I gotta seed and
I gotta feed 'em
I got two wrists and I had to freeze 'em
I run this shit up from season to season, look
State Champs

Aye, poor the drank, I'on wear a cape
Get the yellow tape, aye, uh it's a wrap for you niggas (it's a wrap)
It's a wrap
Poor the drank, I'on wear a cape
Get the yellow tape, aye, uh it's a wrap for you niggas (it's a wrap)
It's a wrap (it's a-)

Chanel scarf, two racks
That's silk, bitch
That butterfly, that's needles on some other shit
Came with a other bitch, left with another bitch
Five racks on the fit, but I be on gutta shit
Yeah I'm in the projects, Nickerson, Jordan Downs, Jungles
Y'all niggas know me
I be all around
Ghetto superstar since I was 16
Let it breathe
Grand projects I'm in the NYC
Pour the drink, Casa Azul

Poor the drank, I'on wear a cape
Get the yellow tape, it's a wrap for these niggas (it's a wrap)
It's a wrap
Poor the drank, I'on wear a cape
Get the yellow tape, aye, uh it's a wrap for you niggas (it's a wrap)
It's a wrap

Written by:
Chauncey A. Hollis, David Jeffries, Dom Kennedy, Jay Cummins, Ryan Alexander Martinez

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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