Young NTG - Nostalgia Lyrics

Uh, yeah
Wake up in the morning in the trees
Dealing with these demons, pray for me
I be seeing the devil up in my sleep
Don't go stressing me out, baby, be my peace
That's why niggas stay high as Mount Everest peak
Take some molly, I don't wanna fall asleep
Cuz this road that we travel, it's hella steep
I'm just tryna make sure everybody eat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We came back from way worse, nigga, I know we gon' make it there
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Only day one homies with me, it's nostalgia in the air

Bitch you can't get to me
You just want that clout, wanna get on TV
You don't think I see?
You ain't look at them lines that I read between
Lil' bitch, I'mma P
I done had a lil' dream, you done f*cked the team
Then I left the scene
I can't trip on you, bitch, I'm here for the cream, deeper than it seem
You know what I mean?
All this Hennessy and all this f*ckin' green'll make a nigga lean
If he sweat the gang, nigga, got the tech, I ain't talkin' lean
That's gon' hit your spleen, pull up on a nigga, let it sing
Shawty said she wanna ring
But, bae, I don't know where your trust at
Shawty said she love me, can I trust that?
Niggas comin' for me, would you bust back?
I just want the dough, baby
I don't think you know, baby
Nigga dreams too big to get caught f*ckin' with a hoe, baby
TG take it slow, baby

We came back from way worse, nigga
I know we gon' make it there
Only day when homies with me
It's nostalgia in the air
And I'm well aware, they ain't playin' fair
Niggas hatin' hard, cause the ice is hard, make a nigga stare
Watch out where you walk, cause you might just slip, I got the drip, Ric Flair
Nigga think he Shaq better watch your back, I'm bout to pull the chair (ah)

Hmm, it's a race like a track meet
If a nigga really, really wanna ball like a f*ckin' NBA athlete
Never paid attention up in class but the way a nigga countin' all this cash
Got me feelin' like a motherf*ckin' mathlete
You can't distract me
This shit all I ever really wanted
You know if I get it, I'ma flaunt it, nigga
Put my neck and wrist up underwater, nigga
Then I take a lil' trip to South Florida, nigga
All my day one, niggas with me
And the woods, bro, we got plenty
All my niggas faded, none my niggas friendly
Told them we gon' make it, slidin' in the Bentley

We came back from way worse, nigga, I know we gon' make it there
Only day one, homies with me, it's nostalgia in the air
And I'm well aware
That these niggas plottin'
They ain't playin' fair
And they hatin' often
Cause my drip, Ric Flair
I'm wet like a faucet
Bout to pull the chair
On these niggas flodging

Hmm, aye, aye, aye, yeah
Hmm
TG