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[Hook]
Late night, I’m just trying to make it back home
To make it in these streets you need a backbone
All my competition, I feel bad for ‘em
‘Bout to kill ‘em all, no mask on

Turn your life into a sad song
All that cappin’ it don’t last long
Got that trash bag we ‘gon pass on
I’m just trying to make it back home

[Verse 1]
I can’t sleep so I hop in my Range to take a ride
Needs some ‘woods, need some water to hydrate while I’m high
Hit the 7-Eleven, it’s ‘bout 11:45
Shorty texting on my line saying pull up
Come and work this pussy out like you doing pull-ups
She be talking nasty and I love it, we do too much
Should’ve doubled-back to grab my heater, I wish I would’ve
‘Cause niggas out here flocking, they’ll come right through your window
Fuck it, I’ll be straight. I ain’t going on no date
I’m just pulling up to hit, I won’t be back that late
I knock on her door to let me in, her name Evelyn, brown skin
From the Bay, but a real L.A. resident
She said she got some friends with an ‘end and we can make some cash
It won’t cost me nothing but an hour and a tank of gas
She let me smash, now we out here on the road
Ain’t no telling where this night’s about to go
I’m trying to make it back home

[Hook]
Late night, I’m just trying to make it back home
To make it in these streets you need a backbone
All my competition, I feel bad for ‘em
‘Bout to kill ‘em all, no mask on

Turn your life into a sad song
All that cappin’ it don’t last long
Got that trash bag we ‘gon pass on
I’m just trying to make it back home

[Verse 2]
Got on the freeway, pulled off of the Van Nuys exit
She got the address in the GPS, I’m following directions
Made two lefts and a right, before I asked her the question like: “Where we headed, who we ‘bout to get?”
“Remember my homegirl Tammy with that ass you said that you can’t forget? She got a brand new man and his ass is rich. And in the backseat of his Benz he left a couple bricks. I gotta make this rent real quick and that’s an easy lick”
I said: “Shit, that sound good to me”
She said: “Don’t trip, we real close. It’s just up the street”
So I creep, pull up right next to the Benz and I park
She jump out, now I’m chilling here sitting in the dark
I’d never been a mark so I’d keep my eyes peeled and realized: “someone trying to slide up then pass your side wheel”
They reached for the door, I hit the lock
Hear a couple shots, hit the gas, while a nigga smash out the parking lot

[Hook]
Late night, I’m just trying to make it back home
To make it in these streets you need a backbone
All my competition, I feel bad for ‘em
‘Bout to kill ‘em all, no mask on

Turn your life into a sad song
All that cappin’ it don’t last long
Got that trash bag we ‘gon pass on
I’m just trying to make it back home