Lyrics:
State Champs

I'll start this conversation. You were always known to choke on the words you say but still you pray that we can work this out. Your days are numbered

I intend to drive through the night And wonder if I'm ever not on your mind. I wrote a song for you so shout out every line. Well, I think it's time

This is a call for all the wasted days, and things I forgot to say; like you bring me down. I'll drag myself along, but I won't pray, because that

When you told me that I was a star in the sky Baby, I believed every word And you seemed so sincere, it was perfectly clear 'Cause forever was all that

you already know I'm comin' straight out of the South With my nuts in my hand It's the Swish a House, the third coast The state of Texas that's my land

Check it, 1, 2 Rappers Get on the mic, talk about cars and clothes sounding like hoes Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state

. male 'cause I was born In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place In the southeastern portion of this here United States

karma When your life hangs by a thread Don't cry about the fates Grab a stasg of casg And plan a rest'rant in the States Let me stop for a bit This was

no deal? What if you had to pay for air? A dollar for breath Half the hood would fuckin' pass out and choke to death What if hip hop was banned in 52 states