Nostalgia Ain't Cheap
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My OG told me that there ain't no turning back
Once you in the door
But really that just got me
Saying less and thinking more
Like when they stop and name the greats
Are they gonna mention yours?
Ain't living in the past
But what you think all of this vintage for?
Be grateful that I love my bitch
I could be linking yours
I pique her interest more
She got me on her Pinterest board
How you gonna win if you just going where we been before?
I'm getting bored
Man I don't think ya'll boys can dent the score
Been thinking big
I'm just trying to get the globe to hear us
Them fake niggas find each other
They've been known to pair up
Then start to overshare
I'm waiting on my soul to clear up
Buying chains and rings cause bitch I miss the golden era
The fuck I look like making promises I can't keep
They remain sleep
It's a four game sweep
They're reminiscing cause they think they got the game beat
There's one thing I know about nostalgia
That shit ain't cheap
From the hood where the kids is teachless
We was young trading hand guns
If they saw how we grew up I swear they'd be speechless
My mind was caught up in a street twist
Had to think a little smarter
When you get quotes from Poor Righteous Teachers
In a barrel full of leeches
Think I give a fuck what a nigga say about me
When I got niggas that'll spray about me
And I spray for myself
Never asked for help
We was left outside in the cold
Now they wonder why when the pressure on
Niggas never fold
I got tired of Saks Fifth by the age of 22
We was some hustling fools
You'll never know how it feel to win
When the dealers lose
Gotta pick and choose I chose to do it big
So I knock the weight off like Mason Beth
It is what it is
Bed-Stuy blocks Quincy Street where I reign
Do I gotta say my name
Niggas know it's Kaine
Every time I speak
They get memories of what I did in the streets
Nostalgia ain't cheap
I was 17 heckler with a beam
In and out of juvie never had a dream
Shit was like a movie every other scene
Measuring the green
Methamphetamines
Arizona things
Fetty more the merry never ordinary
Jordan on the court carrying the team
Back and forth the court barking at the law
Trapping like a sport hard to really ball
Every time we had to take an L
They was never sorry for the loss
Lost a couple dogs never came back
I'ma go and take them way back
Fake shit we never ever play that
In the avenues where the plays at
AK spitting like an Arab
I ain't talk music I am not the shooter
I was at your crib trying to get the gouda
Now we try to tell the kids not to do it like that
Despite that
They gonna hit a lick and ride and get some time
And by the time they bout to finish paper
Probation got them coming right back
Recycle like we hate trash
Seems like we never want to break that
Brought back my era so bring back the code
New eras and polo I've seen that before
Nostalgia ain't cheap