Good to Be Home (Explicit)-KOTA The Friend

I've seen a lot of people get rocked I've seen a lot of people get robbed I've seen a lot of kids get stopped Frisk 'em where they stand Silver cuffs leaning on their hands While the whole hood watch Young G's pull up in a mad Benz Buildings used to burn to the ground way back when Every other weekend I know that I'm home when I see Ben Holla at shorty real life **** a DM Grabbed a lot of a*s on this platform I grew up hella fast on this platform I told her that I love on this platform Like d**n I'm tryna **** her on this platform Chill buzzin' I write this so I can feel something Jaded from the past I'm still running' its still coming I'm unpacking the real luggage I'm me and they still love it My arteries still pumping I do it for the hell of it For my ****** on the G train Every ***** is a star Every ***** is a star For my homies in the Fort Good view from the window My city light up in the dark My city light up in the dark Myrtle Ave eating Chinese but we ain't have much Girls passing by：they come inside and bag us Reggie smelling something severe we on our last blunt 'Bout to take it up to the roof the shorties match up Peep the fast one took her back to the crib My ****** wanted the head and she was happy to give She naked all on the bed there's ten of us in the crib The homies is high as **** shorty know what it is "Yada ya ah ah ahh" the other s**t we can skip She lookup at my homie like ***** look what I did Then ask him if this mean they're together he turn quick Like "Shorty you must be joking I thought you just wanted ****" I was like "Oh" took a shot of Henny and slid Conscious ******* with me cause she is somebody's kid I went to see my girl and gave her the biggest hug Back of my mind "****** ain't doing that s**t again" For the hell of it For my homies on the G train Every ***** is a star Every sister is a star For my homies in the Fort Good view from the window My city light up in the dark My city light up in the dark Yeah We ain't even leave the crib on a summer day Bros mom always cook good **** a hunger pain Knife fork then we hit the block get that white paper Sour in the bag bright green like a light saber Run the street park benches and tall fences We're all pensive but ganja is dulling our senses And even as youngins we had a vision of independence And stacking up riches 'Cause we were living below means Passing the **** fiends Soaking up the game from the dealers and OGs I got a whole wife and she loyal as **** It's like I got a good home but I sleep in the slums A young ***** doing dumb s**t Pick up a bummie soda and Sun Chips Lost a couple homies to d**gs And so I do it for them And s**t I do it for us 'Cause we the same no difference If you back home listen I do it for the hell of it I do for the G train Every ***** is a star Every ***** is a star For my homies out in Fort Greene Good view from the window My city light up in the dark My city light up in the dark