Good Ol’ Days

Lyrics

[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