Reachingnova - CASH N NOVA

Taking a chance
What ain't a risk?
You know where I'm from
Know where I been
You know the stories
I'll take yah bitch nigga
If it ain't chips nigga
I gotta dip nigga
Set whoop
Link with cha girl sex on the beach and it's getting her wet
She talk a lot
She's in the passenger giving me neck yes
It's just moment for me it be on to the next
Why would I add on the stress?
Keep her around? Please I'm trying to see ends uh
Tell me I'm cold told you I never pretend
Nah told you I married the pen swore you I'm here to the death
Damn he from the gutta
Hope you not lying when saying I love ya
I play it safe like I'm wearing a rubber
Ducky people be drowning taking you under
Luckily catch Me floating up in the clouds
Serve up a round I go to work and I serve up a sound
I see a problem then work out a how
I crush on Bella then tell her ass ciao
Plan for the future but live in the now
Cook up a set then I serve up a crowd
I kill the stage then I work on the town
States countries I be around

Pen to the page then it gets served through the mic
Aye aye yea
Give you that pain I tell it and then you relate
Wait wait wait
No turning page I'm controlling the pace
I be the brightest when touching the stage
It's ReachingNOVA look mama behave
I'll be this way till the end of my days
I roll it up then channel my ways
Reno said youngin you gotta be brave
Don't be too flashy cus these niggas hate
Know who you are fuck what they think
I'm early on me not sorry you're late
Look at me what America made
Except I'm alive and not trapped in a cage
You're disappointed but should be amazed
Looking within and the journeys a maze
Walk in the dark like I entered a cave
Came out alive but ain't came back the same nah
Gave my pocket a raise applying the change
Independent not dying for fame
Cold nigga don't lie on my name
Both sides got iron and bang
Button down lil shine on the chain
Money talks we can have it arranged
Boss talk so I handle the blame
Feelings aside there's money to make
Feelings are cool but money is great
Pussy is nice I rather eat cake
The finer things in life I need a taste
We're talking bout NYCHA to private estates

Written by:
Mark Nieves

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