Songtexte NOSTALGIA - Yung Memories

I'll be fucked up in the crib Watching teen titans the show
Anybody wanna know I got the glue out on my hand Tryna smoke some more
I be like a samurai With the sword on my side, 360 style looks Tryna pass the vibe
Remember niggas tryna overhype joyland
Never been at the place Cause I always been a bad kid

Even teachers despise me, tryna hate on my momma Callin her a bad parent, but I digress
My momma always had my back But they always wanna ask why she let me rap
About the real shit, even it caused me too have a bag have a bag have a bag uh
I'm an 04 baby, used watch invader zim Tryna start a new wave, called nostalgia rap
About to flip some samples over, make the beat blast Make the song hit finna make the genre last
The money, the power, the hour's gonna be real When you on the grind like Tony Montana
I gotta vendetta on the six Cause I'm always got the paper on check
Be real, bitch

The sword on the check got the hours flying by
I ain't gonna let you tryna fake by
I ain't no bitch, come test my try
Test, test my try

I got The sword on the check got the hours flying by
I ain't gonna let you tryna fake by
I ain't no bitch, come test my try
Test, test my try

I got The sword on the check got the hours flying by
I ain't gonna let you tryna fake by
I ain't no bitch, come test my try
Test, test my try

I got my sword on check
If a nigga tryna test they life
I'm like Samurai Jack
Stamina up finna break your neck
Petty bitches always wanna hate
On the greatest in the game
I've been flippin' over Killin beats when I was just a jit
But call me 404 cause the error got me like a bitch
Nostalgia really be the shit cause I used to have dish
On the standby
Used to watch movies with my OG all the time

Rest in peace to my grandma cause
She has been the realest when my life has been hard
Like daggers stabbin' in my arm
Cause the devil tryna play my mind
Like slade and robin moments

But depression tryna get me disarmed
The pain made me like a villain
Cause I feel like I'm always in bars
Always tryna make the best

Even when the goal seems real far
No matter what
Always write your thoughts on the notes
The feeling of being trapped in your zone
Doesn't mean you're stuck, like you're froze
The pain is mutual, but you can get up
And fight like sub-zero

So always take further to your goals
Cause the trauma might take you in
Even unexpected, like a shadow
No matter what, stay on the grind
Cause life ain't gonna hold your hand like we was five years old

I got The sword on the check got the hours flying by
I ain't gonna let you tryna fake by
I ain't no bitch, come test my try
Test, test my try

I got The sword on the check got the hours flying by
I ain't gonna let you tryna fake by
I ain't no bitch, come test my try
Test, test my try