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Nebraska-made

Rien pospichal

Released

July 27, 2026

Last 7 Days

$40.6K

Buzz

18.2

Chart Snapshot

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This Week

Peak —

1 week on chart

Last Week

Not Charted

Daily Score

501.1

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Rien pospichal

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Performance Stats

Quality26.1

Buzz18.2

Weeks on Chart1

Awards0

Revenue

Last 7 Days$40.6K

Cumulative Revenue$42.9K

Daily Score501.1

Today$6.5K

Lyrics

July 27, 2026

\[Intro\]

Yeah—

From the middle of nowhere, where the wind don't quit,

Nebraska on the map, better zoom in on this.

\[Verse 1\]

I came from a place where the highways run straight,

Where the fields look endless and the winters don't wait,

Where the combine's louder than the thoughts in my head,

And the corn gets tall while the sky turns red.

Small-town kid with a big-town mouth,

Got a notebook full of problems I'm spittin' 'em out,

They said, “You ain't from Detroit, what you know about rap?”

I said, “Brother, I've been dodgin' tornadoes on the map.”

I'm from Nebraska—where the wind hits sideways,

Where a ten-minute drive somehow turns into five days,

Where the gas station coffee tastes vaguely like pain,

And everybody knows your truck before they know your name.

I got 402 in the blood, that's the area code,

Corn dust on my boots when I'm walkin' this road,

No skyscrapers—just silos touching the clouds,

But I learned how to make an empty room loud.

\[Hook\]

I'm from the Cornhusker State,

Where the wind don't care if you're runnin' late,

Flat land, big dreams, pressure on my plate,

Turn a backroad beat into an interstate.

Yeah, I'm Nebraska-made,

From the fields to the factory, sharpened by the days,

They can laugh at the middle, but we're built this way—

You don't need a skyline when you've got something to say.

\[Verse 2\]

I got syllables stacked like hay bales in August,

Every bar got weight, every punch got a purpose,

I'm nervous? Hell no, I'm annoyingly certain,

Kick down the beat like I'm late for a curtain.

I'm colder than a January morning in Lincoln,

Brain moving faster than my mouth can think it,

Got a pen full of sparks and a head full of static,

Turn a quiet Nebraska night into something cinematic.

I don't need gold chains, I got grain elevators,

Don't need Hollywood—got hometown spectators,

Don't need somebody telling me where I belong,

I built my own lane and then paved it in song.

So if you hear that bass rolling down County Road,

That's me with the speakers about to overload,

Windows down, cornfields blurring beside me,

Nebraska in my chest and the whole state behind me.

\[Hook\]

I'm from the Cornhusker State,

Where the wind don't care if you're runnin' late,

Flat land, big dreams, pressure on my plate,

Turn a backroad beat into an interstate.

Yeah, I'm Nebraska-made,

From the fields to the factory, sharpened by the days,

They can laugh at the middle, but we're built this way—

You don't need a skyline when you've got something to say.

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