Lyrics State to State - Jakob Greigh

Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state
You pussy boys too slow to try to run with Jakob Greigh
I'm never doing interviews I know what they gon say
Why you always on the move why you the mother fucking great
Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state
I'm always on the move to make a mother fucking play
My homie hit my line to ship the merch out right away
Can't wait to fly to Astroworld cause a youngin need his space

Check the clock im late as fuck flight bout to leave I'm in a rush
Brother hit my line like we down waiting in the lobby
Get your ass up outta bed we need to leave and get it poppin
Get my shit and bounce up out that hoe we driving off to hobby
Yeah okay we driving off to hobby
Whippin in the scion look like nascar Ricky Bobby
My main girl call me papi, we chillin on the plane
But she can't keep her hands off me
I guess she can't be blamed
Flying to New York got me feeling like I'm Rocky
Need the money ASAP or I'm mobbin on lame
Fucked the stu up got my blue up now im in the game
Don't try to touch my sauce you pussy boys cannot eat from my plate
These bitches try to steal my sauce but they can't run with Jakob Greigh
When I step up on the track I'm like a mother fucking saint
Step up the track I run this shit like Prefontaine
This grind is why I get it and why I'm flying state to state

Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state
You pussy boys too slow to try to run with Jakob Greigh
I'm never doing interviews I know what they gon say
Why you always on the move why you the mother fucking great
Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state
I'm always on the move to make a mother fucking play
My homie hit my line to ship the merch out right away
Can't wait to fly to Astroworld cause a youngin need his space

Dying 4 that pape, got me cruising state 2 state
Left the kingdom for a day and i'm still treated like the saint i been
Came up, tried to frame the kid, that's why we keep quiet
Keep that light, we ball like tiger, talking ends like we the mayans
I wish they could tell the truth, but i gotta sell the proof...
I'm coming to terms with the fact that i'm chosen to never be there with you
And i couldn't lie, the vision is crystal
Man fuck all the pride, it's harder 2 miss you
When i'm on the road, money and motive
It's harder to know who else an opponent
Still stacked like tetris
Real estate my necklace
Collect calls, don't voice mail
All 4 seasons, that hoe tell
Sick shit, you gon wish well
All lost so we can't lose
Jet fuel when i make moves

Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state
You pussy boys too slow to try to run with Jakob Greigh
I'm never doing interviews I know what they gon say
Why you always on the move why you the mother fucking great
Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state
I'm always on the move to make a mother fucking play
My homie hit my line to ship the merch out right away
Can't wait to fly to Astroworld cause a youngin need his space

Cause a youngin need some space
I just need some fuckin space