Scrubs

Bitch, I been a scrub since day one

Scrubbin under toilets 'till the pay comes

Popping ten pills until the pain numbs

I can feel all the hate from my day one's

Claiming the clique like they into it

Really wishing I fail, you my enemies

I ain't paranoid hoe, I'm just feeling it

Where in the fuck were you at, at my sentencing

See the judge and he sentence me to the pen

Where he already sent many men

First time offender to felony can't feel resentment

From crimes I'm just putting in

Work for the set and I'm reppin' it

But what happens when sets start to caving in

I pray the fuck boy don't get popped

They get picked up, picked on until they speak to the cops

I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot

So I'm still praying that the case get dropped

Aye yo, Pouya (Yuh?)

I been praying a lot, but I don't know

Who's talking back, is it Satan or God?

Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox

All I really need is beats so Getter passed me the aux

Wrap the cable around my neck and then I stand up on top

Kick the chair from under my feet

Now that should tighten the knot, damn

My verse snappin' harder than a noose neck

Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose lips

Funny thing about loose lips is how they sink ships

Catch me on the whip to the fanging, I got them two strands

Doe me no we come up no quali I got the dew shred

Cooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with

No, she wanna claim me, no repping, I got the rouge clip

Pimping hoes and no hard shinnings to get my crew fit

Keep my mind preoccupied

Work on myself

Can't let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me

I enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, Glock cocked way back

Blood stains dripping all around the face mask

Throw it in the river now where your case at?

Devil in my eyes telling me to face that

I cannot comply to the feds laid back

Fucked up in the head and I bust in her legs

So sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed

Contemplating the suicide, thinking like who am I?

You from the gutter, bitch I'm from the suicide

Got a lifetime in a hard drive

A hundred racks and it's all mine, can't go for the minimum

Yuh, yuh, yuh, whippin' the maximum, maxi pad pussy

You drippin' blood out of your ovaries

Tell your hoe please to get over me

Know it's me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me

Follow me, I can show you what you posed to be

I run my coat, never ride on no coat tail

Hoes sell pussy on wholesale

The cost go low when you desperate

The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace

I got the block together with no Tetris

Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless

Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis

In case I gotta get my vengeance

The Lexapro, it can't help me