Letra de ' Prosper In Peace ' de Nasty C

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

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