Crabs In A Bucket

Crabs in a bucket Crabs in a bucket Wanna see you at 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 ciphers turned artists 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've got to care You can try paycut, baby Now it's under there Never crossed my mind to think Maybe you'd have flashed a glance at me It never really crossed your mind Ever really crossed your mind I never had another chance to breathe --- Crabs In A Bucket - Vince Staples