Crabs In A Barrel - Lute

Fold under pressure if these niggas had the weight of my shoulders

See I don’t mind reminding niggas how a nigga got noticed

Lowkey 'cause a nigga can’t hate what he can’t see

I know the fight in me can be misleading

But I’ll never waste my energy to stop you from leaving

How many times I gotta fight for you to see me?

That shit for the birds, I feed 'em the words

The knowledge, politickin' 'bout how life got you fucked up, look up

Fuck what they say that you can’t do

Most niggas mad 'cause they ain’t you

Never be defined by the pictures they paint you

I got way more blessings than enemies, but hear me well

Don’t let the dad persona fool you, I’ll still shoot a shell

Can’t dwell on shit you can’t fix, man, we off that

Never burned a bridge and wanna cross back

Can’t shit stop a nigga growth uh

If I drown, I’m still afloat uh

My screen lock is your face, so I’m reminded of these better days

No picket fence, just a smile, and some lemonade

I see the shade, but I’m never fazed

Niggas faced with reality, result to hating

Being successful cut deeper than retaliation

But that’s the cycle of a crab in a barrel, bucket, fuck it

I’m allergic to selfish, had to learn to be selfless

My friend mad, I get a text, she say «You still alive?»

So out of touch that I can’t shape what’s really on my mind

So out of touch that bruh, at times I feel I’m losing time

But don’t start with that «you done changed» shit

'Cause I ain’t been poppin' enough to even change shit

So, don’t start with that «you done changed» shit

'Cause I ain’t been poppin' enough to even change shit