[Intro]
Hope he can get his time back (He took off)
Take me to the door
And free my street, free all of my shooters
And when y'all get home we gon’ turn up in the pool shore

[Chorus]
Cleo call sometimes, hope he can get his time back
Turk call sometimes, hope he can get his time back
Stunna call sometimes, hope he can get his time back
Before they did that, I'm wishin' I could go rewind back
G call sometimes, hope he can get his time back
Drama call sometimes, hope he can get his time back
Dad call sometimes, hope he can get his time back
Piped up on the fifth floor, wish I could bring them times back

[Verse 1]
Told my n***as we gon’ win together if we take the same L
Me and my n***a Lil Jay were locked up in the same cell
Every day we raise hell
We ain't know we each other from the street
But the way we rock, you just can't tell
I miss you, couldn't tell
Finesse him out of anything, wasn't a dream we couldn't sell
We was spazzin' 'bout some suits and honey buns ’cause we couldn’t bail
Out of jail 'cause we ain’t have the funds
Might pop a n***a in the day room like we had a gun
You know Drama with the drama, he's watchin' that TV, better not change that channel
Lil' Marcus throw it, had it fucked up, no cap, you can go and ask Montana
No sights on in that room, you can get your ass beat out yourself
And if you wanna try, you wanna go to room one, behind the steps so they won’t see it on camera
I remember talkin' to Turk through the flat when he caught a ten on the seventh floor
Seven hours, six hundred, six-oh, since he was in 604
And that young n***a so slime, with no hands he'll still wipe your nose
Told him, "You'll be home in no time, just stay in your lane and stay off that dope"