Nostalgia Ain't Cheap

My OG told me that there ain't no turning back

Once you in the door

But really that just got me

Saying less and thinking more

Like when they stop and name the greats

Are they gonna mention yours?

Ain't living in the past

But what you think all of this vintage for?

Be grateful that I love my bitch

I could be linking yours

I pique her interest more

She got me on her Pinterest board

How you gonna win if you just going where we been before?

I'm getting bored

Man I don't think ya'll boys can dent the score

Been thinking big

I'm just trying to get the globe to hear us

Them fake niggas find each other

They've been known to pair up

Then start to overshare

I'm waiting on my soul to clear up

Buying chains and rings cause bitch I miss the golden era

The fuck I look like making promises I can't keep

They remain sleep

It's a four game sweep

They're reminiscing cause they think they got the game beat

There's one thing I know about nostalgia

That shit ain't cheap

From the hood where the kids is teachless

We was young trading hand guns

If they saw how we grew up I swear they'd be speechless

My mind was caught up in a street twist

Had to think a little smarter

When you get quotes from Poor Righteous Teachers

In a barrel full of leeches

Think I give a fuck what a nigga say about me

When I got niggas that'll spray about me

And I spray for myself

Never asked for help

We was left outside in the cold

Now they wonder why when the pressure on

Niggas never fold

I got tired of Saks Fifth by the age of 22

We was some hustling fools

You'll never know how it feel to win

When the dealers lose

Gotta pick and choose I chose to do it big

So I knock the weight off like Mason Beth

It is what it is

Bed-Stuy blocks Quincy Street where I reign

Do I gotta say my name

Niggas know it's Kaine

Every time I speak

They get memories of what I did in the streets

Nostalgia ain't cheap

I was 17 heckler with a beam

In and out of juvie never had a dream

Shit was like a movie every other scene

Measuring the green

Methamphetamines

Arizona things

Fetty more the merry never ordinary

Jordan on the court carrying the team

Back and forth the court barking at the law

Trapping like a sport hard to really ball

Every time we had to take an L

They was never sorry for the loss

Lost a couple dogs never came back

I'ma go and take them way back

Fake shit we never ever play that

In the avenues where the plays at

AK spitting like an Arab

I ain't talk music I am not the shooter

I was at your crib trying to get the gouda

Now we try to tell the kids not to do it like that

Despite that

They gonna hit a lick and ride and get some time

And by the time they bout to finish paper

Probation got them coming right back

Recycle like we hate trash

Seems like we never want to break that

Brought back my era so bring back the code

New eras and polo I've seen that before

Nostalgia ain't cheap