Lyrics Nostalgia - D.Floyd

Way before i had it cheap I was just little D Metal braces on my teeth
It made me hate to speak
Speech impediment had me speaking to therapist
Sipping theraflu all i seek is the medicine
Me and Joey was walking catching buses to hustling
Lost it all over money we was closer than cousins
They say don't mix the money with the blood nigga
So on the road im getting money with the blood niggas
It was me and P everyday was coke and weed
I keep pistols where i sleep because of things i seen
I see demons in my head because of things i did
Makes me wonder what went missing even as a kid
We moved to the burbs think that was 96 Lower middle
We probably made it look like we rich
Then come the struggling so fuck I'm addicted to hustling
Baggin up in the studio, im skipping the subjects
I was Crystal Skating fly, Missy made me cry
I keep losing who i love i see em every night
Mama told me to leave I think at 15
Even notified police i had a uuv
Fuck where's the loyalty
So in return i could never ask you for the lawyer fees
Never bail money all you got is hell from me
Used to read the dictionary now they scared of me
You never left me too long because you cared for me
Even when you wasn't there i felt your prayers on me
This a rare moment
Just call me, you know I'm there mama
Just call me, you know I'm there mama

A hundred bottles to my section
Where's the maitre d'
This ain't flexing just reflecting, this the game for me
Wasn't big on flashing money for the photo-ops
If you had it why flash it, that only brought the opps
Homicide
Promise to make your mama cry
So if your squad decide to ride it ain't no compromise
That's why I keep the pistol on the side with me
On my own but on my soul I know Allah's with me
I just talked to Paul, the Post, they're writing all about it
Mugshots, forty glocks, I'm leaving chalk around it
Let it die, wish I could see her one more time
Lost Jeanelle two thousand four, shit left me sick inside (Why)
I'm riding ninety five I keep that stick inside
All white sitting nice in that expensive ride
Jag
Pussy niggas on my ass
Bet your bitch I'll do the dash
Cock it back and I'm going blast nigga
I tried to tell that to the last nigga
Just get your cash nigga
Respectfully kiss my ass niggas