Crabs in a Bucket

Crabs in a bucket

Wanna see what the bottom, don'tcha love it?

When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encores

Sendin' shots but you at the top floor

Let 'em pop shit, give 'em some drugs to go pop with

Need white women at the shows unconscious

If not that then turned artist

Get with that or get in the moshpit

Where's your moxie, in truth from Poppy

Young man, you not actin' too cocky

Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash

Run a hundred somethin' on the E-class dash

Them feelin' funny, guarantee gon' flash

Cock back, blast, put him in the bag

Prolly gonna regret it in the retrospect

Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet

Spend a lot of money on the CDG

Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen?

Battle with the white man day by day

Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play

They don’t never want to see the black man eat

Nails in a black man's hands and feet

Put 'em on a cross or you put 'em on a chain

Lines be the same, he don't look like me

Rollcage on the GT3

Had a show on stage like a DVD

Put me in the MoMA when it's over with

I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit

Remember that I still got you

I still got you here

I swear that they come and got you

Hidden in my head

Tryna vanish

I forgot to care

And you can try baby

Now it's under there

Never even crossed my mind to think

Maybe you'd have flashed a glance at me

I never really crossed your mind

I never really crossed your mind

I never really had no chance to breathe