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, **** 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 **** 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 drugs

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