Lute Crabs In A Barrel
[Verse: 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 f..cked up, look up
f..ck 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, f..ck 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
