Nyck Caution and Joey Bada$$ - Good Ol' Days

Alright, yeah, yeah, ayy (yeah, what's up, man?)
Stop talking, stop talking
Please, please, please, please, please
Shut the fuck up (what I do? What I do?)
Just shut the fuck up
I know, I get it, I get it (alright, alright, you right)
Ayy, yeah (you right, my bad, my bad, my bad)

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, shitting on the kid
Look at how I wound up (I made it big)
I know you pissed
It was never 'bout the money and it still isn't (nah)
I got the same friends from the sixth grade and we still chilling (yerr)
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 can have a chance (dream)
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 (dream)
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 every day 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 feeling pathetic
About the size of the bank and now you stacking your credit (stacking your credit)
'Til you die and every dollar you made is forgotten (yeah)
Show somebody that you love 'em (love 'em)
While you can still tell 'em (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, look at what we been through (ayy)
Rest in peace to Steez, we proceed for you (you, 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 (ayy)
Back when everything was so simple
Bring it back to the good ol' days (ayy)
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-shot-shotta (back, back, back)
Back when everything was (bomboclaat)
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shot-shotta (back, back, back, back)
Back when everything was blissful
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta (back, back) (you forget)
(Big tune) back, way, so
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta

Yeah
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, tears shed over the years
Was only a kid when I started doing it big
With momma 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 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 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

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 (ayy)
Back when everything was so simple
Bring it back to the good ol' days (ayy)
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-shot-shotta (back, back, back)
Back when everything was (bomboclaat)
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shot-shotta (back, back, back, back)
Back when everything was blissful
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta (back, back) (you forget)
(Big tune) back, way, so
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-shotta, yeah (boom)

Written by:
Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, Jesse Cordasco

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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