Prosper In Peace

Nasty C

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    Hey

    Haters keep coming for me
    Won't let me prosper in peace, eh
    I sit in my car and I read, like damn
    They got all the people intrigued
    Won't let me prosper in peace, eh (eh)
    I sweat and I cry and I bleed
    But they just keep coming for me
    Like I don't deserve what I have
    I don't know why they so mad
    It ain't no mystery, if you get busy
    Then victory is up for grabs
    We just a bucket of crabs
    We just a, uh, keep it a buck
    We just a bucket of crabs

    Niggas gon' look at me sideways
    Like I don't deserve the shine
    Like, who does he think he is?
    That bitch he fuck should be mine
    That whip he drive should be mine
    That bank account should be mine
    That lil' nigga roll by
    And they breakin' their kneck like busta rhymes
    Shmoney coming, I'm not surprised
    Blessings keep falling like much obliged
    I'm so fresh to death (yeah), I must have died
    Stabbed in the back then I cut the ties
    Locked the doors, shut the blinds
    Living this life by God's design
    But I'ma still need this shit customized
    Yeah, yeah

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    Haters keep coming for me
    Won't let me prosper in peace, eh
    I sit in my car and I read, like damn
    They got all the people intrigued
    Won't let me prosper in peace, eh (eh)
    I sweat and I cry and I bleed
    But they just keep coming for me
    Like I don't deserve what I have
    I don't know why they so mad (I don't know why)
    It ain't no mystery, if you get busy (ayo, c)
    Then victory is up for grabs
    We just a bucket of crabs (I don't what we did to these niggas)
    We just a, uh, keep it a buck
    We just a bucket of crabs (yo, uh)

    I don't regret none of the shit that I did
    Proper in peace, I'm here for these blessings
    Here for the look on their face when they see us
    I make my haters need therapy sessions
    Stood in the mirror confessing
    They see the jewels but they don't be hearing the message
    I grinded for this
    I'm playing niggas in Paris
    While I'm out in Paris with niggas
    She like whatever I like, she my twin
    She text me at three AM like: Where you been?
    I text back the skeleton face emoji
    Bitch, quit playing with me, drop the pin
    I did it with patience, I can't even fake it
    Sometimes I feel like the greatest
    I'm really that nigga, we flying in private
    The pilot like: Nigga, you made it, I know

    Haters keep coming for me
    Won't let me prosper in peace, eh
    I sit in my car and I read, like damn
    They got all the people intrigued
    Won't let me prosper in peace, eh (eh)
    I sweat and I cry and I bleed
    But they just keep coming for me
    Like I don't deserve what I have
    I don't know why they so mad
    It ain't no mystery, if you get busy
    Then victory is up for grabs
    We just a bucket of crabs
    We just a, uh, keep it a buck
    We just a bucket of crabs

    I feel like I'd be lying if I said I didn't see any of the hate
    You know, if, if it didn't get to me at all
    'Cause it does, you know?
    But it's like, I sleep peacefully knowing
    That I work hard for everything I have, you know?
    I work hard and I pray hard
    And I wait my turn, bro, that's the thing
    But what pisses me off is that
    They see me work hard for this shit
    But it's like, like I can never, there's no winning
    Like there's no winning, it's like, fuck, bro

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    Composition: nasty c

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