Lyrics Nostalgia - Scope & J-Miri

Nappy peanut headed nigga
Comin off the block
Remember ridin bikes
To the corner store
When it was hot
Depending how you heard that bar
Can tell me a lot
Seen some niggas posted up
For walking liqs they can spot
Cuttin up at the barbershop
They got right a cross
Ain't no appointments you a walk in
So best drop ya ego off
The cornerstone of blackness
Where they roastin niggas moms
They chop you up to make you tough
Then try to sell you CD Roms
Yo
Y'all remember havin different colored video tapes
Runnin to the TV prayed to God you wasn't late
For a show you didn't know
Was makin jokes for twice ya age
Havin DVD's with covers
That don't match when pressing play

I reminisce on times of bliss
While sipping good on this wine
It's funny how you think
Our childhoods are intertwined
Postin bout how we did
All the same stuff online
But you grow up to learn
That it was all for the dime
Capitalism and nostalgia
Is like nick and the slime
You know it's bad
But you never wanna say it nah
Regressing back to times of simple
Cause the present weighing
Heavy on ya mental
Metaphysical and spiritual you prayin
Lord please just take me back
Just one more time, I'm truly begging
This time I won't take advantage
But that's the game
Ain't no second chances

What you remember
Remember this
What you remember
Remember this
What you remember