Prodigal Son

I see eyes like what have you done

Glass half full with a bottle of rum

I’m too faded I gotta confess

Man bust down for the prodigal son

Suit and tie on but I’m ready for war

Shell to the head now I’m ready for more

Mom taught me how to handle the power

I don't need back up to settle the score

Play so dirty, the suit so clean

Slacks all nice and the shoes on fleek

Drip so hard with a whole lotta class

And got bars shit I’m looking unique

Smoke In my eyes i'm looking so petty

Count up the bodies I’m killing already

Reload the bullet its getting so messy

Finger the trigger like she was a lady (yeah)

I’m Pressure by people to fit in the rules

Too many drama they get me confused

Vent out my thoughts when I’m back in the booth

Fatty cigars In my mouth, smoke these enemies out

On a Casual day

Not when I’m back in the house, sitting relax on the couch

yeah I’m back to the basics

chilln in bed with yo spouse, fuck it i'm making her bounce

Yeah That ass be amazing

Tell her what I’m all about, damn I forgot to pull out

It’s a casual day