Nostalgia

Lyrics

[Intro: T.F, Curren$y] (Ha, ha) Uh, Look Okay, okay [Verse 1: T.F] We need what the game been missing Bring back the pain and feelings All the painkillers lamed ambition We in a framed condition, heat it up, AC vented That mean we boxed in, you get the picture, uh We just need a rendition of what it used to be These niggas got purses for where they toolie be Why he snitch? He was only facing two to three At max, probably would have did five, but he would have been live I just need some nostalgia, I just need me a stylist Uh, look, I said, I need me a stylist Come through, Coogi the closet, eatin' coochie on a island Feelin' like a cocaine cowboy, I just need me a pilot, uh I'm solid gold, you niggas moissanite diamonds You knew it was bullshit, still you knowingly buying it, uh I sharpened up my bayonet just to chop it up Before it was Daleon, we used to crop it up Niggas be jumpin' in my pictures, I just crop it up ErThangSkanless, we gon' rock it up, huh [Verse 2: Curren$y] You knew it was that bullshit, and you still did it It's a full-time job not to kill niggas All double-R, ride smooth through this rough city After the NBA games where the owners and the players kick it Toast to the victory, shit went just how pictured it, really Except some of the homies is not here, physically, let's get high Keep alive they memory—nostalgia This remind me of my fallen partners—nostalgia This remind my homie of his father, inspired him to work harder Inspired me to cherish mine, while I got him We should try talkin' mo', even though We don't see eye to eye often, bro Rolled that killa, heard the beat, and took off on it We used to hang out in that parking lot, last year I bought that bitch Eastside (Eastside, nigga) [Outro: Curren$y] (La-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da) (Yeah, yeah)