Cellus Hamilton & BlessThePen & Trubl3 - Prodigal Son

Yea yea
Yea yea
Give me my check
And stop checkin for me
Let me check out the suite life
I’m cashin the check
That you happily handed to me
Though it checked off the box
That said I wasn’t happy with
Having you here
Caused you pain
When I said
What I said
But you stand
As a man
That don’t fold
Like a Benjamin can
Then u handed me Benjamin
Folded and put it in Benjamin’s hand
Yea
Twelve tribes
I'm the youngest
My path nothin like my brothers
My dad loves me
I don’t love him
The bad good
Cute and ugly
I’m private
But still public
Flaunting all of my money
All these women stay on me
Ran away
But found nothing
Now I’m back to back hustling
Turned my back
To back something
Now I’m headed back home
It’s been hard stepping out
Tryna fend for myself
Bumped my head
I’ve made mistakes I’ve arrived to
Now I’m headed back home
The conclusion I need to head home
And try to
Now I’m headed back home
Before I reached the door papa said
Son I got you
Now I’m headed back home
It’s been hard stepping out
Tryna fend for myself
Bumped my head
I’ve made mistakes I’ve arrived to
Now I’m headed back home
The conclusion I need to head home
And try to
Now I’m headed back home
Before I reached the door papa said
Son I got you
Now I’m headed back home
Strays take lives
Better not take that boy off the leash
Strays take lives
So watch where you aim when you carry that heat
Run a stray with no looking back
Free Will my best friend but then look at Jazz
I fail that’s a bail heir
Exchange my crown for some petty cash
Took the cash and I pumped the gas then I hit the gas took a different path
Looked at my rear view so long
Heard the horn when I swerved almost crashed
Do the dash
I’m committed
If I fail I’ll admit it
And I did many times
To the point it was sickening
Them four walls are my witness
Gotta keep silent
It’s hurricanes on that island
Like a shorty riding shotgun
With a map upside down I’m misguided
Prisoner in my mind set
Can’t recall the day or time that I got indicted
Did somebody throw away the key
Thought I had it now I just can’t find it
Pen
It’s been hard stepping out
Tryna fend for myself
Bumped my head
I’ve made mistakes I’ve arrived to
Now I’m headed back home
The conclusion I need to head home
And try to
Now I’m headed back home
Before I reached the door papa said
Son I got you
Now I’m headed back home
It’s been hard stepping out
Tryna fend for myself
Bumped my head
I’ve made mistakes I’ve arrived to
Now I’m headed back home
The conclusion I need to head home
And try to
Now I’m headed back home
Before I reached the door papa said
Son I got you
Now I’m headed back home
He was just a young boy
Want roll out with the convoys
Big kids they had dumb toys
With the fo five
Steady smoking that oh my
Feel the speakers on both sides
He done left home
Cause he needed some space
Wanted Elaine in his bed room aye
Everything pop used to say got it stuck in his brain
Now it’s only an heirloom aye
He don’t got time to be dwelling
It take but a second for ops to come split up ya melon
He gotta make a decision about how he living
He know it so who is you telling
Goonies with wrenches and toolies
It felt like a movie when Mook he was stashing the blicky
He thought about catching that lick
But he busted a “Uey” and made his way back to the city
It’s been hard stepping out
Tryna fend for myself
Bumped my head
I’ve made mistakes I’ve arrived to
Now I’m headed back home
The conclusion I need to head home
And try to
Now I’m headed back home
Before I reached the door papa said
Son I got you
Now I’m headed back home
It’s been hard stepping out
Tryna fend for myself
Bumped my head
I’ve made mistakes I’ve arrived to
Now I’m headed back home
The conclusion I need to head home
And try to
Now I’m headed back home
Before I reached the door papa said
Son I got you
Now I’m headed back home

Written by:
Josiah Vega, Marcellius Hamilton, Sean Pickett

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Lyrics © SOW AND TELL, O/B/O DistroKid

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