Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good To Be Home, artist - KOTA The Friend. Album song FOTO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FLTBYS
Song language: English
Good To Be Home |
| 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, fuck a DM |
| Grabbed a lot of ass on this platform |
| I grew up hella fast on this platform |
| I told her that I love on this platform |
| Like, damn, I’m tryna fuck 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 niggas on the G train |
| Every nigga is a star |
| Every nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck, shorty know what it is |
| «Yada-ya-ah-ah-ahh» the other shit we can skip |
| She lookup at my homie like nigga 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 dick» |
| I was like, «Oh», took a shot of Henny and slid |
| Conscious fucking with me cause she is somebody’s kid |
| I went to see my girl and gave her the biggest hug |
| Back of my mind, «Niggas ain’t doing that shit again» |
| For the hell of it |
| For my homies on the G train |
| Every nigga 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, fuck 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 dope fiends |
| Soaking up the game from the dealers and OGs |
| I got a whole wife and she loyal as fuck |
| It’s like I got a good home but I sleep in the slums |
| A young nigga doing dumb shit |
| Pick up a bummie, soda and Sun Chips |
| Lost a couple homies to drugs |
| And so I do it for them |
| And shit 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 nigga is a star |
| Every nigga 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 |