Текст песни Nostalgia - Tony Zealot

Our father out in Heaven, God
Prayers in a synagogue
Niggers did me dirty, but I'm back for more like Kevin Heart
Like I'm Kevin Hart
Laughing to the bank, besides your girl the money make me hard
With this rap shit, I'm so much clearer than a shopping cart

Clearer than a shopping cart
I ain't out here falling hard
Can't give love the same no more
Niggas out here shopping for her love
This ain't no mini-mart

This ain't no mini-mart
Same way that shit can come together, it can fall apart
CBG forever, but I'm solo, and I'm going hard
Dick inside her gut, it's knocking wood just like a boulevard
Please send out my true regards
Everybody praying for me, knees are weak and filled with scars

Step inside the booth and all these niggas know I go hard
No, I'm not a rapper, nigga, I'm a fucking Mozart
Blow up and then spread it with the family like a flow chart
Ice in my chest, bro, believe me I got no heart
And it's so hard
Niggas tried to keep me out, like their name is Joe Hart

I wish you could see me now, I'm the rapping Gohan
Dramatic with the flow
I'm Jason Bateman on that Ozark
Splitting legs and splitting cheques
Walking through the section, and you know a nigga breaking necks
Yeah, and it's so hard to understand

How all my family look at me like I'm some Martin Luther King
Okay, I know I've got a dream but I'm not into politics
Never had a pot to piss
Tryna turn a dollar chip into a hundred dollar lick
By the time I die, know I deserve a monument
'Cause my raps is prominent and my vocal dominant
Yeah, my nigga, I'm the shit!

Man, this flow so imminent
Candy coated words, your pussy's sweet just like some M&M's
Can't be arguing with niggas, nothing from my sentiment
Settle with my synonyms, went back and forth with bitches
This time I be grinning 'em
Sick flow, caught a body, niggas need an ambulance
Too many feelings in these lyrics, they ambivalent
Paper, rock, scissor hands

Cutting from the profit, you would think that we had inner men
Insider trading, we got niggas cutting dividends
Moonwalk through the money, even Zealot had to do the dance
I ain't trippin', that's my man
Walked too many shadows through the valley of the death then
Conjured life, like "Son Of Man"
All the meetings that we have, we keep it all in private
'Cause I swear if niggers heard the shit we talk, they'd start a riot

I been going ghost
I'm so remote, so I could channel inner peace
Deliver me from hatred and the violence
Only link that we gon' need together nigga is the peace