Vince Staples – Crabs In A Bucket (Big Fish Theory Album)

Read a hundred somethin’ on the E-class dash
[Outro: Kilo Kish]
Get with that or get in the moshpit
Ain’t I lookin’ lovely on the TV screen?
Ever really cross your mind
Rollcage on the GT3
Maybe you’d avert your glance at me?
Crabs in a bucket
Nails in the black man’s hands and feet
Got a lot of problems I ain’t let go yet
Crabs in a bucket

Let ’em pop shit, give me some drums to go pop with
Battle with the white man day by day

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Ever really cross your mind
Need white women at the shows unconscious
And you can drop the anchor, baby
Prolly gon’ regret it in the retrospect
Wanna see you at the bottom, don’t you love it?
I know what’s under there
It’s rare they’d come across you?
If I’m feelin’ funny, guaranteed gon’ flash
Sendin’ shots but you at the top floor
I ain’t never had no chance to breathe
It never really crossed my mind to think
Young man, you not actin’ too cocky
How a show on stage like a DVD?
When they’re hatin’ so you hit ’em with the encore
I used to look up to the sky, now I’m over shit
Where’s your moxie? Ain’t you from Poppy?
Cock back, blast, put ’em in a bag
If not that then topless, earned all this
I forgot to care
Spend a lot of money on the CDG
Put me in the MoMA when it’s over with
[Intro: Vince Staples]
Lying to me, sayin’ he don’t look like me
Put him on a cross so we put him on a chain
Feds takin’ pictures doin’ play by play
I still got you here
Drowning in my own ocean
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Remember that I still got you
They don’t ever want to see the black man eat

I kept you hidden in my head
Prolly ’cause I’m feelin’ like the world gon’ crash