Nostalgia, Pt. I & II

We gon' get to Popping bottles, cop moscato Dodge the suit and tie, we 'bout them dollars Streets is full of cops and robbers We gon' take it back to basement so pop your collar That's nostalgia I need that 40 OZ in my brown bag I be sitting sideways scraping dayton's like Caine did Menacing with the kin and them Kick a jiggy sentence, written's my ritalin I'm sicker than your average bastard Momma pardon my ways for we just trying to get paid I'm probably gon' catch a fade cause y'all niggas be in my way Catch me getting jiggy, jiggle titties when I step in the building I come second to nothing, I sever heads of your children Jiminy Cricket boy that's sickening Shove a couple shovels down your neck if you ain't digging him You dealing with a shark up in the water homie I can see your poker face But shit, I run the wire, watch me orchestrate The boy gonna make the wack niggas hate it All these bad bitches love me Label me back in effect effectively causing commotion Most of these niggas been average acting like we never notice Novice is what i'm implying time to get ride of these bogus niggas But don't stop, get it, get it, Get your money, get your power, ain't no difference See, all these niggas got a dream to make a million Only difference is the one who putting it in fruition Boy i'm bout my business We gon' get to Popping bottles, cop moscato Dodge the suit and tie, we 'bout them dollars Streets is full of cops and robbers We gon' take it back to basement so pop your collar That's nostalgia Ain’t no love from the pavement All I see is bottled anger, these niggas complaining Time for B to claim it, okay, these niggas in danger See my lyrical aim is erratic i'm actually fucking insane They wanted smoke 'til they up in the flame Where is my ashtray then Y'all in a rat race On top of that, niggas in last place, damn I’m on a sack chase Right now, I’m in the back field Niggas dying on a cap hills Take a bad step and they cap peeled I'm on the interstate, driving way higher than I’m supposed to be Going back forth with myself on which one is cold as me I prolly could name like 3 others who getting close to me Them niggas me, myself and I, I’m speaking colloquially I’ll never get in a local beef, let’s get the poultry It’s too many Guygers for us to to end up like Botham Jean Just as a reminder, your time could be cut like cocoa leave I think I’mma make it home, hopefully I’m running late they running backwards, I’m ahead of my time Instead of following accounts , I’m trying to follow the signs Me and my niggas undefeated like the father of time I’m like when something in a jar and that hot water collide Crack, open the windows let the water inside Don’t obey they rules or you ain’t part of the tribe Run it up in every way, boy that’s the only way If we see a play that's out of state then we still on the way I been working late, day to day So I don’t want a break And I don’t do the fakes so If you hating then we don’t relate F*ck a snake Fangs in my ankles I still gotta keep my grass cut Degrees inside the car , The gun still fall out as we ash blunts We trying to simplify a way to run that bag up But if we can’t then f*ck it guess we finna mask up We still addicted to Playstations and fat butts I thought I had a handle on this shit but that was last month Strapped up Cognac cup Chick in the bathtub Finna give me back rubs Just for a piece of Matt’s love The difference is when we collide it still be mad love You niggas want the work without the work that shit don’t add up Nigga