[Intro: Nyck Caution]
Alright
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Stop talking, stop talking
Please, please, please, please, please shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up, I know, I get it, I get it, ayy
Yeah
[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
They talkin' 'bout me like they know me (Know me)
But they don't really know me like they say they do
They speak about me like they walk around me every day
You should've kept your mouth shut (Shut), shitting on the kid
Look at how I wound up (I made it big), I know you pissed
It was nеver 'bout the money and it still isn't (Nah)
I got thе 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 (Nah), I came here to tell my story
And tell these kids that they could 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 (Time) and what you do with it
So I be pushing everyday until I'm dead and cemented
If I said it, I meant it, don't even mention the money
'Cause when you five minutes to Heaven, you feel empathetic
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 (Yeah)
If not now, then when? If not me, then who?
I believe in what we can do
I'm still pushing (Ayy), look at what we been through
Rest in peace to Steez, we proceed for you (You)
[Chorus: Nyck Caution & Joey Bada$$, Nyck Caution]
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back to the good ol' days (Back when everything was blissful)
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back to the good ol' days (Back when everything was so simple)
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Bring it back to the good ol' days (Back when everything was blissful)
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back
[Post-Chorus: Nyck Caution & Joey Bada$$]
Back when everything was so simple
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shot-shotta
Back when everything was—
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shot-shotta
Back when everything was blissful
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shot-shotta
Back, back, back
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta, yeah
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I'm tryna practice being content
I take a pen and a pad, I meditate and I vent
I blow the smoke in the air for my niggas who no longer here
Lot of blood, sweat and tears shed over the years
Was only a kid when I started doing it big
With mama I lived, brought the profit back to the crib
The man of the house, now I'm thinkin' 'bout moving out
Or should I cop the property and move my family south?
Fuck it, I'ma do both, still keep the crib in Brooklyn
Just so I can post and politic it with the Pros
Kick it with the hoes with they nipples exposed
Keep the pistol to me close when I'm looking for the foes
Stay away from windows is what we was told
Unless there's opportunity just to open up some more
I opened a lot of doors for niggas
Five years strong and still got about twenty more for niggas
Pro Era ranger, mighty morphin', nigga
I keep one in the chamber when it's time to off a nigga
Don't need a hammer to put a nail in the coffin, nigga
Give me the mic, I kill this shit often, nigga
I'm the best out, you already lost, my nigga
Got my chest out, my city on my torso, nigga
I ain't even gotta speak or further talk, my nigga
This just a throw away verse that I toss you, nigga
Let's bring it back
[Chorus: Nyck Caution & Joey Bada$$, Nyck Caution]
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
[Outro: Nyck Caution & Joey Bada$$]
Back when everything was so simple
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shot-shotta
Back when everything was
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shot-shotta
Back when everything was blissful
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shot-shotta
Back, back, back—
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta, yeah
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