Bobby Brooks - State Lines Lyrics

Make it all, spend it all then you get it right back
Weigh it up, bag it out this a 5 pound stack
State lines, 95 south breaking the dash
Half a ticket got me cooking thats a loaf in the bag

Make it all, spend it all then you get it right back
Weigh it up, bag it out this a 5 pound stack
State lines, 95 south breaking the dash
Half a ticket got me cooking thats a loaf in the bag

Niggas waste away they time, I'm buying mine back
Put my trust into my vision you can doubt while I stack
I lost more than what I saved gained some knowledge with that
Respect your passion watch it crash then you build it right back

You can call Mr hustle cuz I got about 5
Pockets like a fat bitch getting chunky on thighs
Trapping be a whole religion you going to pay your tides
Hit this lick with me baby get a piece of this pie

They damn near let me drown when I needed it most
Can't sell a dream to average people even your folks
In another time zone thumbing bands on the coast
She get mad when I'm grinding because I really go ghost

I be global like TMobile this ain't new to me baby
Packing rockets while in Houston call me Tracy McGrady
Niggas from your own city going to hate cuz you paid
Why claiming that it's love when it use to be hate

Women in and women out I ain't mad if she go
I be married to my work she gotta fit in this mold
Did some dirt to elevate but it was all for the goal
Some things never change I still ride with the pole

Make it all, spend it all then you get it right back
Weigh it up, bag it out this a 5 pound stack
State lines, 95 south breaking the dash
Half a ticket got me cooking thats a loaf in the bag

Make it all, spend it all then you get it right back
Weigh it up, bag it out this a 5 pound stack
State lines, 95 south breaking the dash
Half a ticket got me cooking thats a loaf in the bag