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