Good To Be Home Kota the Friend

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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