Nyck Caution Good Ol' Days (feat. Joey Bada$$)
[Intro: Nyck Caution]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Stop talking, stop talking
Please, please, please, please, please shut the f..ck up
Shut the f..ck up
I know, I get it, I get it
Ayy, yeah
[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
They talkin' '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 thе money and it still isn't
I got the same friеnds 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
[Chorus]
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
[Interlude: Nyck Caution & Joey Bada$$]
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
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I'm tryna practice being content
I take a pen and a pad, I meditate and I vent
[?] for my niggas who no longer here
Lot of blood, sweat and tears shed over the years
Was only a kid when I started doing it big
With momma I lived, [?] back to the crib
[?] of the house now I'm thinkin' 'bout moving out
Or should I cop the property and move my family south
Fuck it, I'ma do both, still keep the crib in Brooklyn
Just so I can [?] politicking with the Pros
Kick it with the hoes with their nipples exposed
Keep the pistol to me close when I'm looking for the foes
Stay away from windows is what we was told
Unless there's opportunity just to open up some more
I opened a lot of doors for niggas
Five years strong and still got about twenty more for niggas
Pro Era ranger, mighty morphin', nigga
I keep one in the chamber when it's time to off a nigga
Don't need a hammer to put a nail in the coffin, nigga
Give me the mic, I kill this shit often, nigga
I'm the best out, you already lost, my nigga
Got my chest out, my city on my torso, nigga
I ain't even gotta speak [?] talk, my nigga
This just a throw away verse that I toss you, nigga
Let's bring it back
[Chorus]
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was blissful
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was so simple
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Back when everything was blissful
Bring it back to the good ol' days
Let's take it back
[Outro: Nyck Caution & Joey Bada$$]
Back when everything was so simple
Kill that motherfucker with the shot-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
