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