Touchdown

[Verse 1: Fonz] Damn, it always feel's good coming home And every corner bent I'm feelin' this where I belong Hit certain spots just to show 'em what I'm sittin' on Smiling in the face of every single bitch that did me wrong Ha, your frown is karma finally hitting home Just showing me what I been through Ain't I been getting strong? And not to mention local niggas want me on they song Thinking it's my responsibility to put them on Wrong. Business & pleasure never got along When you punch in to work, who clock do I be clocking on? Mine. Don't take it personal, you can't come up to work with me You niggas must be kidding, I'm being grown They puttin rims on old whips with speakers blowin Tryna tell them that ain't being smart, but to each it's own While they watch me like a peeping tom I just practice what I'm preaching on I'm in that two-sitter sitting real low 120 tryna lane switch It look souped up, but I ain't change shit I leave the top at the light in the same whip The only bitch in the world who could change quick Young blood, young blood got the game quick I'm from the bottom baby where the hurricanes hit Five hundred on 'em, we ain't got the same kicks You niggas fly but I guess we ain't on the same shit And what goes up Yea I heard it all But when I take flight I bet I don't fall This my last shot I bet I'm goin' ball And I'mma raise hell Or heaven goin' fall I'm from a hood where the whole world owe us It's like First 48, it ain't shit you could show us I know my mom's mad cuz a nigga still smoking Ain't really into Ford's but I'm tryna keep focus Back in high school I was a little too timid Man I ain't even lying, got played like a scrimmage Now I flick the light & let the coupe blow kisses I ain't gotta say shit, I bet the bitch get in it So where the drink baby; Where the blunts at? Hip hop I'm coming home Where the mums at? And all you lames that I laugh at I got one more fuck you (Huh) You can have that