Good Ol' Days

(альбом: NYCKSTAPE - 2023)

Yeah, yeah, ayy
Stop talking, stop talking
Please, please, please, please, please shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
I know, I get it, I get it
Ayy, yeah

They talking 'bout me like they know me
But they don't really know me like they say they do
They speak about me like they walk around me everyday
You should've kept your mouth shit, shitting on the kid
Look at how I wound up, I know you pissed
It was never 'bout the money and it still isn't
I got the same friends from the sixth grade and we still chilling
I told 'em I would never change and I still didn't
Some said that I would never make it and I still did it
I ain't in it for the cash, I came here to tell my story
And tell these kids that they can have a chance
Fuck where you came from, focus on the path
If you stuck, break the cage, break the locks, break the glass
Working on this craft since I was a little kid
Now my buzz a little big, know that sting a little bit
And you could do the same if you dream a little big
It don't happen overnight, it take a minute to get it
The only limit is your time and what you do with it
So I be pushing everyday [?] minute
If I said it, I meant it, don't even mention the money
'Cause when you five minutes to heaven, you feeling pathetic
About the size of the bank and now you stacking your credit
'Til you die and every dollar you made is forgotten
Show somebody that you love 'em while you can still tell 'em
'Cause we not here forever, it's all a process
If not now, then when? If not me, then who?
I believe in what we can do
I'm still pushing, look at what we been through
Rest in peace to Steez, we proceed for you

Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was blissful
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was so simple
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was blissful
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back

Back when everything was so simple
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta
Back when everything was
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta
Back when everything was blissful
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta
Back, back, back
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta

I'm tryna practice being content
I take a pen and a pad, I meditate and I vent
I blow the smoke in the air for my niggas who no longer here
Lot of blood, sweat and tears shed over the years
Was only a kid when I started doing it big
With momma I lived, [?] back to the crib
[?] of the house now I'm thinking 'bout moving out
Or should I cop the property and move my family south
Fuck it, I'ma do both, still keep the crib in Brooklyn
Just so I can [?] politicking with the Pros
Kick it with the hoes with their nipples exposed
Keep the pistol to me close when I'm looking for the foes
Stay away from windows is what we was told
Unless there's opportunity just to open up some more
I opened a lot of doors for niggas
Five years strong and still got about twenty more for niggas
Pro Era ranger, mighty morphing, nigga
I keep one in the chamber when it's time to off a nigga
Don't need a hammer to put a nail in the coffin, nigga
Give me the mic, I kill this shit often, nigga
I'm the best out, you already lost, my nigga
Got my chest out, my city on my torso, nigga
I ain't even gotta speak [?] talk, my nigga
This just a throw away verse that I toss you, nigga
Let's bring it back

Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was blissful
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was so simple
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was blissful
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back

Back when everything was so simple
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta
Back when everything was
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta
Back when everything was blissful
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta
Back, back, back
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta, yeah