CRAWFISH

[Intro: Barbra Streisand]
Memories
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were

[Verse 1: J-S.A.N.D.]
Yeah
I remember being the laughingstock
Now I'm one of the ones you have to watch
Like Orville Redenbacher, I just had to pop
I never could fathom why niggas could never see past the block and shoot for the stars
But then again my city never had no astronauts
Nobody told us that we had a shot
That's why when we get it we hog it and never pass the rocks
Can somebody go grab our spot
When you have the knots and niggas have it not
Niggas be having plots to put your ass in plots
Niggas never had a pops and that crisis been existential
I was always thinking global while niggas thought residential
Had to dare the mental that I would be widely respected in the city where if niggas don't understand, they reject it
They won't be hometown heroes
Worldwide zeros
Niggas be having limited views, they five years old
Niggas can't even see beyond they cul-de-sac
Catch 'em talkin' in circles, hoping that they could hold you back

[Chorus: Luhmont]
If you ain't living for nothing, go get something to die for
Ain't living in your truth, then find something to lie for
Never shift from off of your pivots they never hit it
'Cause the heat could kill your dreams if you let it, nigga
It go crabs in the bucket crawfishing to say
Once they get a grip on your bag, you slip in their trap
What the fuck in my vision is that?
What the fuck in my vision is that?

[Verse 2: J-S.A.N.D.]
We coming straight from the gutter
Defining lines between guns and butter
Had to climb my way on top of the clutter
I do it strictly for the sons of mothers who did it without no help from others
And I'm a stranger to struggle, we damn near cousins
I say all that to say if you ain't been where I've been you really can't tell me nothing
Niggas sweeter than jelly custards forever trapped inside the belly of the beast and can barely stomach
So that's why when niggas start to get pouty I be outtie like a belly button
But that ain't their fault, that's just how niggas was programmed
Pit 'em against each other
The last resort is to throw hands
Quick to go toe-to-toe and face-to-face like it's a slow dance
We can't see that it's an apparent trap, Lindsay Lohan, damn
Products of deprivation clouded by desperation
Surrounded by hate, they're trying to stop each other's elevation
Holding on the grudges that they can't get into heaven's gates with
Praying you'll never make it
You gotta tell

[Chorus: Luhmont]
If you ain't living for nothing, go get something to die for
Ain't living in your truth, then find something to lie for
Never shift from off of your pivots they never hit it
'Cause the heat could kill your dreams if you let it, nigga
It go crabs in the bucket crawfishing to say
Once they get a grip on your bag, you slip in their trap
What the fuck in my vision is that?
What the fuck in my vision is that?