We Prosper (feat. Ja From Texas & FFOMILES)

Sometimes the ones you Love, really be your biggest Haters I really sit back and just Think, I'ma be the greatest We gon' make it, carve my Name in the payment Black sheep, know that Money comin' I'ma Take it Far from over, we On top of the globe Dallas, Texas on the map, You know we never fold Perseverance, stayin' true, Focusin' on the blues Big steppa, go-getter, yeah, You know I'm that dude Having motion out this World, don't know what to Do Livin' fast, on the dash, Crazy in the booth Know These niggas tryna doubt Me like I'm Number two Never that, Pockets fat, man, I'm livin Proof You hear the trumpet, Bitch, it ain't nothin' Far Beyond dumb shit, Prosper, make money So ducked off, y'all behind Dusted, they tough to talk For y'all to reach us, shit You hear the trumpet, Bitch, it ain't nothin Far beyond dumb shit, Prosper, make money So F*ck off, y'all behind us, They tough to Talk For y'all to reach us, Shit It's kinda hard for them to Follow me up Far from Over in this bitch, I see my Dog in The cut Perfect timin' or What, really linin' Em up Your designer ain't Nun', FFO with the ones, Stun Stunnin' back, step us Back to The darkness The sergeant, the captain, We back on that nonsense Hard for you to be the Greatest, you don't never Finish what you started Cold hearted kernel with Some options Sittin' Watchin' while investments Fill my Pockets All I see is money When I'm lookin' out of My ship Piles of it from Afar, it's somethin' like A mountain Bullshit Downin' ain't gon' tolerate No false Shit Y'all tricks could never Run with the pack Burns on my back with the Sun we attached One Hundred laps before the Cosmos Collapse Prosperous acts at the top Of the map, mm Still lackin' what I came to Obtain I been thinkin' bout This shit too long, it's Hurtin' my brain I be Pimpin' in this bitch, I Wrote my verse With a cane You a Simpleton, won't get it if The wording Is strange I'ma really get The driftin' I can't stay In my lane And I'm Knowin' that you feelin' all The Rhythm but dang Arms Flailin' all about you, got Your hands In my face No time for a Break, catch a play like face To my niggas that would Love to get away to the Bank A casual day consistent Bringin' dollars your way Don't follow the greats, Live your own path and get Paid The power is safe from People that look down on Your name Countin' my change, in Hundred it is not a mistake Rappin' a saint, the Backpack carryin' sage She Carryin' names of other People damn to Hate Don't lie to my face, you Really ain't f*ck with the Name