Charleston & Nellis (206/115)

Fresh off that
1−1-5 RTC Line/
Catch me up on Nellis
With the fellas in my free time/
State Route 1−5-9
Where I reside/
Muthafucka east side/
Rep that LV sign
Everywhere I go/
I’m Dizzy, bitch, I’m smoking like
There’s something burning in the stove/
Hotter than a supernova
Flowing colder than a bowl/
Of bright white dry ice
In snow at the north pole/
Yo, I got a gold soul
And what you are’s what you attract/
So I know I’m getting rich
That’s a muthafuckin fact/
Holding racks on fucking racks
Eating good and getting fat/
Just to make up for all the meals
That my ass had never had/
Living surrounded by madness
It’s tagging on everythang/
Car crashes like everyday
Next to tweakers spanging for change/
Mothers that’s underage
And the fathers ain’t trying to stay/
'Cause they too busy gangbanging
To care for another face/
And that’s just hardly a taste
It’s far from safe around my intersection/
Shit, I’d suggest you get a weapon
If you think of checking/
Shit, on the strip you need protection
If you head the wrong direction/
Pass the expressway
And I bet you’ll learn your lesson/
The Veg is what I’m repping
East block, what I’m yelling/
Wordsmith, my proffesion
You can feel it in my essence/
Ain’t settling for second
I was destined for the crown/
Got Vegas around my neck
And we’re heading for the clouds/
And that’s without a doubt
We got some talent about to pop/
Dizzy Wright broke the lock
Now we’re about to set up shop/
Been a problem since I dropped
Bodhi 1 from the homie’s house/
Sleeping on his couch
After my mom had kicked me out/
Shouts for looking out
And even caring for my greater good/
Don’t know where I’d be
Without the homies in my neighborhood/
Showing love even when I sucked
And couldn’t make a hook/
And trusted I’d be famous
Way before I’d ever gained some looks/
I be up and down
Every street Nellis touch/(3x)
Charleston & Nellis
What/
Go ahead and pay a visit
If you doubt me/
Bitch, I’m East Las Vicious
Certified and say it proudly/
I remember smoking loud
In the ditch behind my house/
With the homies all around
Choking like we in the county/
Cali made, Vegas raised
Put the valley on my grave/
With a map of all the major lanes
Etched into the face/
I’m a great up in the Veg
Fucking legend in the 7/
Need a statue erected
Next to every 7-Eleven/
Been copping all my threads
From YNS or Ross Dress For Less/
Fishing Swishers from Hawaiian
Since I was a freshman/
Set up my first fest
In front of Lej? nd's address/
With the same homies
I’ll be repping with when I’m in heaven/
Tekken with my brethren
Was my obsession after school/
Mowing down a few noobs
In some Modern Warfare 2/
Maybe sip a couple brews
If we jacked them with the crew/
Even took a few shrooms
Just to see what they would do/
Shit was cool up on my block
But go a single street across/
We had some homies getting shot
And cops raiding cartelo’s spots/
Even right across the wall
We had some problems in the Bay/
Once got jumped right by the dumpster
For spraypainting my name/
But that’s ok anyway
'Cause that was just another day/
And my neighborhood raised me
And made me who I became/
All the gangsters and the lames
Wouldn’t change it if I had the chance/
Bet I’m drying out the elote man
With my cash advance/
Buy a mansion worth a few hundred
Grand up on Hollywood/
Maybe cop a Phantom
Just to stunt when everybody looks/
Book me better have
Atleast a rack before we speak/
'Cause guaranteed that all the bills
That I’ma have ain’t gon' be cheap/
'Cause my family’s gotta eat
And we ain’t sleeping at the same spot/
I know niggas will plot
And I ain’t tryna get my chain robbed/
But even after I leave
My heart will be/
On the street where the
206 meets the 115/