"Crabs in the Bucket"

(Intro)
No matter how far you climb up
There's someone wants you down
It be the same cats you work so hard
To make 'em proud
Like Bun B said it be the ones from ya town
That you knew when you strugglin'
They change all of the sudden to

(Chorus) 2x
Crabs in the bucket crabs in the bucket
Soon as I start stuntin', man
They want me back with nothin', man
Crabs in the bucket crabs in the bucket
Throwing dirt on me in public
When my name in the discussion

(Verse 1)
Ok success breeds envy like VW makes Bentleys
Haters won't act friendly until every pocket empty
I'm saddened to no ending
'Cause the same people I was tryna make proud
Want to darken my cloud
Gravity should be the only thing that's pullin' me down
But friends and even family are apart of the crowd
Tugging on my feet hoping for defeat
Of everything I seek
For no other reason I think than me reaching this peak
Sheesh... Deezy on the beat gives me all the freedom to speak
About these naysayers hatin' players gettin' paper
I'm tryna do good why you wishin' me bad?
I'm feelin' like a slob how I have hate for these crabs, man
I started out with a pen, pad, lotta heart
No one believed from the start so I'm used to that part
But I atleast thought when I got successful
It wouldn't be so stressful boy I tell you

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Put some crabs in one big bucket, cousin, watch what they'll do
When one tries to climb through it's pulled back by the crew
Atleast one or two the crazy part 'bout this, dude
All the crabs that are trapped 'bout to be boiled into stew
So instead of help escaping they're just hating and waiting
Like they're sayin' "If I die we're dying in this situation"
Sitting patient... for their final destination
The one trying to claw out has two claws pulling him south
Let me think out loud don't this sound familiar
The people near ya you hold dearer
Got a hand in tryna kill ya?
You reach for something higher while they prepare for the fire
So goals you desire make 'em start to conspire
I'm hearin through the wire like Kanye grill
Cats who don't want me with the deal smile in my grill
Got to the point I can't tell the fake from real
But I feel claws gripping on my heels still

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
This how they act at the bottom of the map
They wanna pull you back
When you start to stack like a Pringles pack yeah it's wack
Rappers from monroe are prone to have never blown
'Cause ain't no help from home if you really want to get on
Some niggas on the radio they got a couple songs
Them dance hits; club shits, really that's it
Try somethin' different you won't get a soul to listen
'Cept ya mama'n'em and prolly then they'll be tellin' you ditch it
But I ain't switch it like Pops used a stick when whippin'
I play my cards right now I'm in the limelight position
Those crabs claws snippin' at my toes hissin' and wishin'
That I fall to their position Haa keep dreamin'
While you're boilin' in the stew
I'll be out on the move doing what I do to be the crab to escape
So ya'll can end your life as food or however you'll be used
But one day you'll see me on the tube as the king of the state
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