No Intro

Nevada
Yeah, all you gotta do is just give me the mic and let me do what I do.
Real shit. Aye
No introduction and
No salutation
A standing ovation
A real long duration
Brand new sensation
Attackin the nation
And hold congregation
With no hesitation
Checkin my sound
While wreckin some brown
I smell like a pound
You know it’s some indo
Hand me the mic
Don’t care if I spike
And turn down the lights
I don’t need a intro
Nigga can feel it
As soon as I spill it
You know I’ma kill it
I’m hot as a skillet
BBQ grill it
And serve up a platter of
Eloquent chatter
By Reno Nevada
Finally feel like
I’m finding my flavor
Stashing some money
For later to savor
High as a crater
Never gone traitor
I don’t debate about
Science or data
Tell you the truth and
It is what it is
Middle of winter
I’m got on a fridge
Fuck going back man
I’m burnin the bridge
And I’m cutting my ties
With the dead weight
Pussy kinda wack but
The head straight
The buzz like a bomb
Bout to detonate
I been doing this shit
Like a decade, nigga better
Try to catch up with the Mustang
That’s may
Totaled my shit like three times
Always come through with
The sweet rhymes
Champagne showers
At tea time
Sauvignon blancs and
Pinot noirs
Bourbon need a
Cuban cigar
Fuck your lodge
What’s in the garage
Gimme the currency
Nigga I’m currently
Ballin out urgently
So inadvertently
Feeling my shit on GP
Twenty-five lighters like Keke
Windows tinted like Teepees
Real nigga might swing through
For a ten piece, Blimpie’s
Right up in the middle
Of the Subway
Rolling up J’s on a Sunday
Brand new strain of the
Feng shui, runway
But she really bout that
Gun play, okay
No introductions
I came up from nothin
And no interruptions
When Reno the griot
Start kickin the narrative
Ain’t no discussion
My cup Robitussin
I keep the percussion
Cause gettin this money
Is way too imperative
No introductions
I came up from nothin
And no interruptions
When Reno the griot
Start kickin the narrative
Ain’t no discussion
My cup Robitussin
I keep the percussion
Defending my honor is
Way too imperative
Yea, I’m talkin my shit and
I’m being declarative
Yea, a man of the people
They fuck with the narrative
Yea, that’s on gang bitch
You know the name bitch
Aye you’s a lame bitch
Aye