AKIR - Homeward Bound lyrics

Gotta go you know I stay up on my tippy toes
Floatin’ like a Cadillac through Kaki lak
Dusty roads
Money’s low niggas know good bills is high
Gotta ride gotta fly planning to
Plus, I’m gonna kick it in Atlanta too
Just to handle a few things
Dudes be protecting they blocks
And never move kings
I change my game like comebacks sure
I’mma comeback but right now
I had enough of that I gotta make tracks

State to state, new city and town
I been around, but I’m homeward bound
A fast pace and I can’t slow down
Solid ground i’ll be homeward bound
State to state, new city and town
I been around, but I’m homeward bound
Change the place, switch my hustle around
Hold me down i’ll be homeward bound

Yo, chip on my shoulder
City blocks on my back
The only way Akir know how to act
I react to the scene and snatch
Up the green in between shit
Checking on my queen
Staying with terrific leans on
A different ride
Slide into the other side fly
From my mother’s side
Nice guy slide from my pop’s side
I move around a lot, never really had a spot
But learn to read characters and
How to pick locks
Akir one man band my home is where I land
Arms around my fam
Eyes on a different scam ‘til it jam
Damn, gotta scram ‘fore the man come
I try to hit the can, son
‘cause I’m too handsome

State to state, new city and town
I been around, but I’m homeward bound
A fast pace and I can’t slow down
Solid ground i’ll be homeward bound
State to state, new city and town
I been around, but I’m homeward bound
Change the place, switch my hustle around
Hold me down i’ll be homeward bound

Yo, I travel like a veteran
Where… ever I settle and
Making money peddling, X-Game medaling
Fiending like Carol when the end
I’mma win regardless ‘cause I’m a
Nigga that’s plotting the hardest
Rap artist at eighteen college, I dropped out
Crapped out the rap game
Became a model scout
Getting change for bagging dames
Nineteen, a producer acid on computers
Waitin’ tables just to get my loot up
Cash and credit card numbers they
Was on a slumber
Quit for the music that summer, nigga
I’m on the come-up
Got a job telemarketing, still on the grind
Gotta put the manager
Started selling ‘em double lines
Paycheck, monthly bonus
And extra dough they throw us
Until we got busted down
S’no wonder, disgusted, i’m out
Promotions for different majors
Second company
Twenty-one, first client that’s
Really supplying papers
Off-the book cash traveled and we had a blast
The web boom to the whole stock market crash
Got a job doing car
Rentals it was instrumental
Shit, I had places to get
To it didn’t pay enough
Times are tough, paper’s essential
I knew there was more to offer
Put on a suit in a month
Cellphone and office
Back and forth to record my album
Dropped the job, kept the cars
And pressed up a couple thousand wiling
From the South to Manhattan Island
A man’s prowess is important
As his callouses enormous, kid
And now I rock shit suburbs, back to the hood
New York’s my stomping ground
America’s my neighborhood