GOOD TO BE HOME II (Explicit)-KOTA The Friend/Eric Madonna/Mike Baretz

歌手 : KOTA The Friend / Eric Madonna / Mike Baretz

专辑 : MEMO (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:54

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TXT GOOD TO BE HOME II (Explicit)-KOTA The Friend/Eric Madonna/Mike Baretz 文本歌词

作词 : KOTA The Friend

作曲 : KOTA The Friend

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dead winter in front of my auntie TV

Watchin' BET, I'm lovin' the **** I see

The Nas, Hovs, the Jas, the Biggies, the Puns

They dream of makin' the league, I dream of sillier stuff

School shoppin', we hoppin' from VIM to Conway

And this is right before the internets and MySpace

The Facebooks and IG baddies all up in my face

N64 is how I was spendin' my days

Park water fountains, I grew up around Italians

Big boss next door quiet, but he move the loudest

Sittin' at the same stoop until he pass

Smokin' that cigar, never had a job

Never said a word, never did a verb

Only moved his car from curb to curb

Murder **** occur, he heard it first

In the '90s when people were gettin' thrown off rooftops

Pop up in canals, helicopters was too hot

My shorty at the time, she was livin' on New Lots

My best friend was down on Church Ave, like two stops from Prospect Park

Had to be away from Gates Ave before it get dark

Clinton Hill, Fort Greene, where I home my art

Myrtle Ave, at the Five Spot, I had my start, yeah

Rollin' up the freestyle, me and my homie Mark

Chattin' 'bout how we gon' be richer than Tony Stark

Sadiq was the roster, always rollin' it prope

Never really in school and always holdin' the contra

RIP, brothe

We gon' choose to remember you as a peace love

Where I'm from, everybody got about three mothers

Tellin' us to be careful, look after each othe

In the age of the Twitter's fan and cancel vultures

I am 3D, nigga, you never see me

At this point, I'm a pro and you still runnin' with peewee

Never lose sleep over sheep, I'm

Never rollin' over in defeat, I

Don't believe in anything I hear, I

Only trust in half of what I see, I'm

From a dyin' breed, I'm

Happy that I'm me, I'm

Happy that I found a little peace, I'm

Happy mama kept me out the streets, uh

Big Mike cupped me every week

Waves spinnin' out the chair and the cypher was complete, ah

I'm the son of a hustle

Know when to cash out, keep it goin', and double up

Sleep like a breast-fed baby inside my comforte

I'm on Myrtle, my brother, alert the trumpeters

Playin' spades and cashin' up 'til the sun is up

Brooklyn nigga, gon' let you know where we comin' from, yeah