Yeah the boy from the city, but I ain't been there in awhile though I started doin' all the wrong things So I had to leave town, had to lie low Yeah, it's middle fingers to the 5-0 I'm yellin' free my nigga Slim from that low end I remember when lil homie went and got a check Had us rollin' through the strip in his old Benz Damn, now I'm missing all my old friends While I'm posted in Miami with some new nigga's Don't get it wrong, man these folks are cool people But I really can't trust but a few nigga's And that gotta be the boys that I grew with We was young and livin' life, it was too lit In my home town, that's when I wasn't shit But now I'm on everyone wanna know legit, word Funny how it goes, back in high school I was fuckin' all the ho's And I didn't have to worry bout a goddamn thing But now I got bills, feel like I'm getting old I wanna take it back to the long ass nights So fuck it, Imma pack and book a long ass flight, back to Minnesota Put the city on my shoulder, let them know I'm coming home, I fee like it's only right
[Hook] x 4 I miss them nights I'm going back to the nights, I'm going back to the nights The nights in Minneapolis
[Verse 2] When I left I was flying coach, but comin' back I'm in first class Drew and West, came and got me from the airport Them been my homie since the days we were skippin class We was livin fast, til our brother past R.I.P. that nigga Beezy, I'll say that forever Cause all I got up in this world is my fuckin' nigga's So whether Heaven, hell, or Earth, we gonna stay together Hit up Brandon, told that nigga that I'm in the App We bout to pull up on you nigga, tell me where you at Went and got him, bought some weed and we blew the pack Brought some bitches to the crib and they threw it back Now the homie's say I'm back to my old ways Like I'm starting from the jump man that's what it seem My city love my like I'm Prince in them old days And if you grew up where I grew up then you know what I mean