Prosper

I put my life on the line, I put myself on the shelf

Ain't no more bringing me down, you all ain't concerned with my health

And ain't no point in you claiming you king, you can't even conquer yourself

I just want heaven on earth, but I pray that I make it through hell

I'm praying a lot these days; I don't be knowing what to say

I'm just a dude that's making a move, since nobody told me the case, yeah

I'm dealing with all of the hate, yeah; you know it's a lot of disgrace, yeah

But devils get out of my way, I got way too much light in my face

And if I fall, they're calling me fake, but when I call, they're falling away

Saints and sinners yeah, they're one in the same, the one that you doubted is running The game

I don't get started for money and fame, really tryna get it out of my brain

Had to set it by the part with my pain, trying to find a way to park it & part with it