Nevada Diaries

I'm trynna lose it, lose myself in this sauce
So I can get lost in this music, and come out like a boss
I'm on that, Rick Ross, shoot my shot from across
And hit that shit on fuckin point like if I'm Robin Hood dawg, yeah
Been so long that I've been plottin'
I've been plottin', yeah
It's time to suit up, y'all can't do, what I'm bout to do, wuz poppin'
Y'all doin too much if y'all move like how we grew up
How we grew up
Too many Judas on that team, they only choosing profits
But where's the loyalty in that if money is your reason
My real ones told me reach the stars, don't be afraid to dream it
Actions might just pull you up and make you stop at Venus
Never been to Pluto, but I'm colder than a winter season
Yeah
Still I'm alright
Bout to start the fuckin' heaters like a cold night
What, y'all forget I grew up round that snow right
Out in Nor Nevada where dem bars is open all night (all night)

Money ain't a sin, it's what you do for profit
Check that ego in that mirror, you gon see your problems
Grew up round casinos, next to Reno (Carson)
Out in Nor Nevada mucho frio hace
Shhhh, can't go fixing nothin' if you don't fix yourself
Shit, life can be a bitch, if she a bitch then bounce
Nah, don't go waiting on her homie, hold your honor
Make them moves that's necessary, homie and hold your karma
I just pray my life an inspiration
My whole life yeah I grew up round that same shit
Shrooms on my medulla made my wave shift
Till I finally grew up and I knew that I would space ship
Rock it, phone in my pocket
So I always pull my notes and type these bars when I thought them
Hmmm... think, what's gonna stop him?
Not a damn thing, tell the top that comin (okay!)



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Writer(s): Christian Limon
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