Prodigal Son

I thank the lord for his patience
Cuz i been going hard on em lately
Nigga on these Shang Tsung plays boy they shape shift
When i used to slang cocaine i ain't save shit
Baby mamas hit a nigga up wit the same shit
Babies need shoes need clothes everyday it's
Another hard struggle gotta overcome
I cop coke tryna pay bills and after that All i got is crumbs
Fuck
I need a better plan of action
A nigga tired of sleeping on a mattress preaching what i practice
Shit i gave free these niggaz taxing
So ima charge a fee if u asking
I done had it rough
All dem doors on me closed
Dirty ass shoes food stains on my clothes
Sleeping on the floor
And the Walls had mold
Could've went home but had to grind on my own
Damn near homeless you don't know the half
One time broke inside a Bando not to steal but to take a bath
Reflect on it i just sit n laugh
On my dick trying hit quick licks
Wit a bunch of crabs
Damn stressing for a nigga
Paranoia setting in pressing on a trigger
Lost faith a few times life had me bitter
But the lord pouring blessings on a nigga And i thank you

I'm the prodigal son
Good upbringing hope i don't die by the gun
All i wanted was fun
Dopeboys wit drop cars shit i wanted me one
In the streets i ain't try to become
But got lost in the rush before it even begun
Im the prodigal son coming back home

I thank the lord for this gift
My tongue like a sword when i spit
Press record make a hit
People so adored how I'm swift
Talk slick make em roar from the drip
I'm like Jordan in dis bih
Boy a nigga see the big picture
This Grown Shit ain't gon Kid wit ya
What i did wit ya if the possibility
Was getting caught and you ain't fold
You my Nig Nigga
In these streets Ainno benefits
Don't nobody out here owe u shit
We had to get it u don't own a cent
Tryna go legit this rap shit got me hot
You Better open vents
It was rush i couldn't explain
The dopeboys had the shit that i couldn't obtain
Nigga started dealing weed then went into cane everything changed
Knowing i was raised better than that

I'm the prodigal son good upbringing Hope i don't die by the gun
All i wanted was fun
Dopeboys wit drop cars shit i wanted me one
In the streets i ain't try to become
But got lost in the rush before it even begun
Im the prodigal son coming back home