[Intro: Yhung T.O.]
I just want to be around, round-round-round-round
For my family and my rounds, rounds-rounds-rounds-rounds
Don't wanna be in these streets no more
Running from the police no more
I just want to be around, round-round

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I been in and out of town
Every time I'm back around
It be back to the same shit
Rockin' with this forty, tryna knock a n***a down
I just want my n***as home
I just want my n***as home
She blowin' up my phone, callin' when I'm comin' home
Baby I'ma make it home

[Interlude: Lil Sheik]
Yeah n***a QB comin' home, Wayn3 comin' home
I hope n***as ready for what they got coming n***a
Real Big Money SOB shit, free all my n***as out that jam
Fuck all these suckers ass n***as, we sliding on n***as
Really out here in the field 'cause I promised I'ma make it home
All these hatin' ass n***as just mad we on
Sellin' out all these shows n***a
And I dare a n***a to try to come take something from us n***a
Fuck suckers
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
I be on way like, damn
Tryna get my cake right
Fuck the shooting range, I been slidin' down n***as' blocks lately
Tryna get my aim right
When you gone I'm in the field
I just got to keep it really
'Cause I owe it to my n***as, to slide on any n***a
That's just the way I was built
I shoot with my right hand
Baby you know you my right hand
And when I come home and I'm laying next to you
Gotta keep it on the nightstand
I'm like what's up with you shawty
For you I'll catch a body
And if they take me before I lie in these streets
I'ma squeeze for you shawty

[Interlude: Lil Sheik]
These n***as ain't really ready for that shit
N***as PC'ed up in the hole n***a, pookied ass n***as
Slide down the ass and get your whip flipped bitch
Really on n***as, really upping scores and shit
Slidin' down n***as' blocks with them sticks n***a
You n***as ain't really outside, you ain't in this field
Yeah free them n***as fighting real ass cases n***a
And fuck all you n***as that's sittin' there and snitching n***a
[Verse 2: Daboii]
I'll never leave my brothers, I just hope they'll understand that
Fuck a hand out, I was the type to keep my hand back
Slide up on the block and ask them suckers where they mans at
And if we find that n***a you'll never get your mans back
Claim he hungry but ain't eating, eyes bigger than his stomach
We clutching everywhere we go 'cause we be really thinking
And you ain't gettin' money n***a, you be really fronting
Hit a lick with your mans and you ain't knuck 'cause he was tuckin'
Mama told me never go there, what you think I did?
Bitch my mans doing time, what you think I sip?
Put my life on the line, what you think I risk?
If you confused on them questions, what you thinking then?
I ain't sparking up no wood if it ain't no cookie in it
I'm a dog, I smell fear, I sense the pussy in 'em
All my n***as in the game, ain't no rookie in 'em
And everybody with me clutching if you look suspicious
All my n***as in the game, ain't no rookie in 'em
And everybody with me clutching if you look suspicious

[Outro: Yhung T.O.]
I just want my n***as home
Blowin' up my phone, callin' when I'm comin' home
Baby I'ma make it home