Prodigal Son Lyrics

Cuz growin up I was never the logical one 
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son 
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped 
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back 
filled with spite staying high as a kite 
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight 
pool hustling trying to make that green 
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13 
working like a bitch like a god damn tank 
some disagree because me rents had bank 
but all that's gold non't always glitter 
so I'll take another puff from my one hitter 
I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme 
blow all my cash on cheap women and wine 
cause money, money, money ain't shit to me 
but I gotta make a lot just to be free 
Please God Please I'll pay any cost 
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off 
there's too much hardship there's too much pain 
there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain 
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside 
and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride 
but parasites can't fake the Rock 
and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot 
cause I hold key to my own success 
and suckers that step shall be put to rest 
yes, I hold the key to my own success 
and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest, 
so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter 
and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter. 
not a generic dime a dozen M.C. 
never was in a posse never wanted to be 
now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti 
and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign 
all this talk their gonna drop the bomb, 
but life keeps going on and on and on and on 
the world's end don't worry me 
and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me 
cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin 
everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin 
fussin with the girls they waste my time 
thrashin and bashin going out of my mind 
crucified by the critics everyday 
cause I ain't really got that much to say 
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme 
I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time 
I live my life just like the skipper 
but only at night because I'm a day tripper 
twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack 
but still life goes on 
visions of red shoot through my head 
and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.