Nevada Suite

Check one, check two, check one, check two
Check one, check one, check two
If it's some players in the house tonight, players up in the skies, finna be alright
Put your hands up with the sky, finna get it just right

Sitting in the top suite, energy on the mini jams in a city of no sleep
Money brought me here, won't leave me with gold, except when you can't speak
Took a Uber to opportunity, if you know me, you know when I speak, it's a grand speech
Twenty bands up on the table, me and each fine on the grand suite

All this money on me now, but I'm scared of the future
People change like the weather, must be part of the culture
Losing before anything, that's how you keep the culture
Nipsey said, who detached us? I thought we'd be closer

In a pandemic, got everybody looking eccentric
Dumb it down, cause you gotta feel them slowly, efficient
I see niggas popping it, but let's be more realistic
Had to cut the grass down before the fame, so you know I'm different

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Ride, ride
If you fucking with a nigga, put your hands up
We finna party, everything gon' be alright

If you fucking with a nigga, put your hands up
We finna party, everything gon' be alright
See, I did this on my own
Pressure bust pipes, but it made me a diamond

Niggas gruffing in my DMs, saying, boy, you shining
Some nights I'm with the sleep hungry, but I know it's due time, man
The hourglass in our hands, you make perfect time, man
Let's ride

Ha, let's ride
Put your motherfucking hands up in the sky if you feeling it, nigga
Put your motherfucking hands up in the sky if you feeling it, nigga
Ooh

I came here, so the back flip
If I wanted to be passed out, I would've stayed and put my lights, bitch
Uh, real niggas only live once
I'm an addict to this rap shit

Wrong once, right twice, righteous



Credits
Writer(s): M Carter
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