Prodigal

I hear my past Pushin up on me so I hit the gas Momma done told me boy don't you go fast I can't end in last ain't crashin 80 on the dash like zoom I smell the fumes Rap from the womb until I hit the tomb Hits coming soon Had to make room Got up and worked and stopped sleepin' till noon Time to recoup Told them chickens I don't fit in this room Times tickin so I quicken pursuit Look out when you shoot at the Moon Cause Satan gon aim and start shootin at you Satan been takin his shots Tellin kids keep on spinnin the block Buy a Benz and get drippin in rocks Till them rocks poppin your Audemar watch I am not stoppin for glitz and the glam Not droppin for clicks on the gram Material mindset and coppin some objects Leads you to finding worth in a brand What are you doing Guess you like poppin pills Selling your soul for them blue striped bills Tellin me just do what ever you feel no I can't do it I ain't a nuisance I fell in love with the music She caught my time when I threw it Gave her a ring then I saw the king And realized he should be the thing I'm pursuing Thought that I blew it Thought it was over and couldn't renew it I had just wished I gave him my gift Now I thought that he could no longer use it What am I doin What have I done I was just tryna have a little fun I was just tryna make it number one Man now I think I'm at odds with the son But he said don't worry Eyes on me when yo sight get blurry I'm still worthy It's a long shot but I shoot like curry Every time that I shoot is a swish Don't get confused when I gave you the gift You spending all of your time reminiscin I'm tryna show you the future you'll miss Son came through when the day got cold You know the drill when I'm praising the Lord Took at 44 straight to my soul Now I'm on ten I ain't ever gon fold I don't take silver I don't take gold Firm foundation the rock I hold They said son you need to get bold If you tryna make it and break out the Think you got the wrong impression I ain't do this for ascension I'm just lockin all my demons up with each bar I'm sketchin Let one go to send a message To the one that fell from heaven Keep on tellin' me bout my past and imma tell you where you headed I'm knocking you down cause I ran out of patience I'm tired of giving into your temptations I may not be played on the radio stations If God playin music I'm makin the playlist It's on repeat Ten toes down never lock my knees Yeah he be trying to get me to pivot But I'm never switching I'm sticking my faith in who parted the seas, I'm gone