Pouya - Scrubs lyrics

[Verse 1: Shakewell] b**h I been a scrub since day one Scrub under the toilet till the pay comes Popping ten pills until the pain numbs I can feel all the head from my day 1's Claiming the clique like they into it Really wishing I felt you my enemies I ain't pay for no hoe I'm just feeling it Where in the f** were you at my sentencing See the judge and he sentence me to the pen where he already sent many men First time offender to felon, he can't feel resentment from crimes I'm just putting in Work for the [?] and I'm reppin' it But what happens when said stuff start to caving in I pray to [?] 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 [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 go and pa** 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 going harder than the noose neck Sorry shorty, can't f** with you, you got them loose legs Funny thing about the looser [?] Catch me on the [?] [?] [?][?][?] [Verse 2: Pouya] 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, block cop 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 f**ed 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, b**h 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 [?] bad p**y 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 ride my coat , never ride on no coat tails Hoes sell p**y on wholesale The cops go low when you desperate The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace I got the block together with no tetrus 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