Lil Baby returns to his roots with raw storytelling in “When I’m Home,” one of the standout tracks on his highly anticipated compilation album THE LEAKS. Produced by Nick Papz, Luke Leath and DB!, the song rides a moody, melodic beat as Baby details the highs and lows of street life, the pressures of fame, and the complicated world he came from. With sharp lines about loyalty, hustling, and hard lessons learned, “When I’m Home” feels like a gritty letter to his past and his city.
Lil Baby raps about everything from massive winnings and business moves to trust issues, staying true to himself, and navigating betrayal. The track highlights both the freedom and baggage he still carries—balancing moments overseas, rapid success, and old friends “still trappin’.” The hook—“Mama showed me never show my hand, most of these niggas need ass whoopings…”—echoes the importance of secrecy, caution, and never forgetting where you come from. This song feels like a late-night ride through the city, heavy with truth and ambition. Dive into the When I’m Home lyrics below, and feel the pulse of Lil Baby’s unstoppable grind.
Lyrics of When I’m Home by Lil Baby
[Intro]
(Yo, Nick Papz, Make It Slap)
[Verse 1]
I Be Wanting To Leave This Shit Alone But I’m Just Too Deep
B!tches Tell The Internet, These Niggas Tell The Police
I’ll Go And Kill Myself Before I Let You Ho Me
Hit Hard, Move In Silence, Shout Out To The Ogs
Seven Million, Lost That Just In Baccarat Alone
Know I Smell Good, I Don’t Wear No Baccarats Alone
I’m A Money Magnet, This Shit Gon’ Be Comin’ When I’m Gone
My Atlanta B!tch, We Only Be Talkin’ When I’m Home
I’m A Savage, Gotta Know I Know You F**kin’ When I’m Gone
Blow Shit Down Forreal, Ain’t Doin’ No Huffin’ And Puffin’ On No Songs
Real Rockstar, 7 In The Mornin’ Gettin’ Stoned
Lotta Gambling, He Don’t Know Enough, He Gettin’ Boned
These Ain’t Lab Diamonds, My Shit Outta The Mud, These Real Stones
Brodie Down The Road, He Done Ran It Up From Sellin’ Phones
Got Two Hundred Bands, Tryna Find A Lawyer To Get Him Home
Told Him I’ma Match It, That’s Four Hundred Thousand, Someone Gotta Have It
Ain’t Been In The Spot In Five Years And It’s Still Trappin’
Safe To Say If I Ain’t Get A Deal I’ll Be Still Trappin’
Glad I Got A Chance To See The World And I Adapted To It
Dolla Took His Cash, Invest In Business, Look Like He Rappin’ Too
I Was In The Spot Tryna Get Off For Shit, That’s All I Knew
I Am Not Gon’ Cry ’cause You Don’t F**k With Me, The Feelings Mutual
Still Leavin’ A Stain Inside My City, You Remember Crucial
Twenty Thousand Dollars Only Monday,
Go In Magic Spend A Fourty, I Just Made This Shit Sunday
They Ain’t Really Throwin’ Shit, They Bluffin’ Niggas Pump Fakin’
Feel Like I’m At Best When Shit Get Hard, But I’m A Crunch Baby
I Been Doin’ My Thang Since Back In School From The Mid To The Lunch Lady
[Chorus]
Mama Showed Me Never Show My Hand
Most Of These Niggas Need Ass Whoopings
Overseas, Got My Feet In The Sand
Women Claiming Me Who Can’t Get A Chance
[Verse 2]
Put B!tches On Delta, They Fly Back With The Cash
I Put Bro In Position But He’ll Get On Your Ass Though
Better Not Fall For No Ho Who Ready To Go When The Bag Low
Seen Lil Yolo Rob The Same Sto’ And Then Put A Mask On
I Been All Around The Globe, Hittin’ And Duckin’ The Task Force
I Come Straight From Out The Westend, The Stamps On The Passports
Fully Coverage When I Get Involved, They Know Where To Crash For
It Ain’t Funny, I Done Been A Dog, The F**k I’ma Laugh For?
Seen Some Rich Niggas Lose It All, The F**k I’ma Brag For?
Well I Ain’t Trippin’, If This Shit Get Hard, That’s What The Bag For
She In Love With You, She Love Me Too, Is That What You Mad For?
Brodie Told Me Don’t Let Off The Gas, My Foot In The Dashboard
SF90, That’s A Spot For Us, That’s A Step Up From Last Time
Never Chillin ’round, We In And Out, I’m Stuck On A Cash Run
Nigga Really Loved Me, Could’ve Spanked You, But You Get A Pass Bro
Showin’ Niggas What’s The Better Route To Go On The Last Ho
Know They Want Me To Fall Off, I Move Cautious
Told My Pr, “Don’t Put Me On The Forbes List”
It’s Gon’ Cost To Play, Make Sure You Can Afford This
I’m The Same Way, Don’t Matter If I’m Poor Or Rich
It’s A Hundred Thousand Dollars In My Mouth, These Porcelains
I Took Penitentiary Chances, That’s To Go Cop Jordans
And My Nigga Throwed Off, Sometimes I Have To Think For Him
I’m A Bad B!tch Getter, You Can Ask My Doorman
I Put B!tches On Delta, Can’t Say What’s In The Suitcase
Put A Hundred Up A Million Times, The F**k Is A Blueface?
Brodie Put Us On A Different Route, I F**k With A New Way
Talked To All The Dawgs On Facetime, I’m Duckin’ The Two Way
Active Shooters In These Cars Gon’ Follow Us On Anyway
Made The Label Call Four, Five Mil’ For Rylo, The G Way
Like Glorilla And I Love ’em All, But They Get It Today
Can’t Be F**ked With In No Way At All If That Nigga Don’t Play, Yeah
