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