| Bitch, I been a scrub since day one
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| Scrubbin under toilets till the pay comes
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| Popping ten pills until the pain numbs
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| I can feel all the hate from my day 1's
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| Claiming the clique like they into it
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| Really wishing I fail, you my enemies
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| I ain’t paranoid hoe, I’m just feeling it
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| Where in the fuck were you at, at my sentencing
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| See the judge and he sentence me to the pen where he already sent many men
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| First time offender to felony can’t feel resentment from crimes I’m just
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| putting in
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| Work for the set and I’m reppin' it
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| But what happens when sets start to caving in
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| I pray the fuck boy don’t get popped
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| They get picked up, picked on until they speak to the cops
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| I can hear squealing like some pigs in a pot
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| So I’m still praying that the case get dropped
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| Ayo, Pouya (Yuh?)
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| I been praying a lot, but I don’t know who’s talking back, is it Satan or God?
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| Could be the voices in my head since I been kicking the ox
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| All I really need is beats so Getter passed me the aux
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| Wrap the cable around my neck and then I stand up on top
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| Kick the chair from under my feet, now that should tighten the knot, damn
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| My verse snappin' harder than a noose neck
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| Sorry shorty, can’t fuck with you, you got them loose lips
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| Funny thing about loose lips is how they sink ships
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| Catch me on the
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| Keep my mind preoccupied
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| Work on myself
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| Can’t let nobody get into my mind or get intimate with me
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| I enter my stealth, playing dip down the block, Glock cocked way back
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| Blood stains dripping all around the face mask
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| Throw it in the river now where your case at?
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| Devil in my eyes telling me to face that
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| I cannot comply to the feds laid back
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| Fucked up in the head and I bust in her legs
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| So sick to my stomach, laying down in my bed
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| Contemplating the suicide, thinking like who am I?
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| You from the gutter, bitch I’m from the suicide
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| Got a lifetime in a hard drive
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| A hundred racks and it’s all mine, can’t go for the minimum
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| Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, whippin' the maximum, maxi pad pussy
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| You drippin' blood out of your ovaries
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| Tell your hoe please to get over me
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| Know it’s me when I pull up in the Caddy and hoes wanna photo me
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| Follow me, I can show you what you posed to be
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| I run my coat, never ride on no coat tail
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| Hoes sell pussy on wholesale
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| The cost go low when you desperate
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| The cops ride slow like they creepin' on yo necklace
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| I got the block together with no Tetris
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| Bump this hoe right here when you feeling real helpless
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| Keep the Glock somewhere near my pelvis, in case I gotta get my vengeance
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| The Lexapro, it can’t help me |