[Verse 1: King Chip] n***a walkin home from the bus Never scared to let it bust Broke n***as make a lot of fuss n***as always lookin suss In the Springfield 40 I trust Hop the fence on Eddy Road You already know n***a, this where anything go n***a just trynna get home, make it to the front door, these n***as want anything though Even 35 dollars will get them through the next couple days then they right back huntin (damn) "What's his name" just died, got shot up in his ride cause they heard he was stunting (damn) Please god let a n***a make it home these n***as trynna take my book bag Almost had to uppipe on a n***a with his looking a** Damn b**h n***a - what you looking at? Gotta walk past 10 n***as on the porch, all looking scantless I ain't scared, I'm a product of the lord and I got a fully auto - I can handle this n***a let's go, I ain't never been a ho b**h I hit you with the, hit you with the Car with the lights off, creeping up slow Ahh man let's go, here we go n***a [Outro: King Chip] Walking home at night, might not be alright Walking home at night, n***a might not be alright