[Verse 1: Shakewell & Pouya]
Bitch, I been a scrub since day one
Scrub another toilet 'til the pay come
Poppin' ten pills 'til the pain's numb
I can feel all the hate from my day ones
Claimin' they clique like they into it
Really wishing I fail, you my enemies
I ain't pay for no ho, I'm just feelin' it
Where in the fuck were you at at my sentencing?
"What the sentence is?" said the judge as he sentenced me
To the pen where he 'ready sent many men
First time offender to felony, can't feel resentment for crimes
I'm just puttin' in work for the set that I'm reppin' in
But what happens when sets start to cavin' in?
I pray the fuck boy don't get popped
They get picked up, picked on 'til they speak to the cops
I can hear squealin' like some pigs in a pot
So I'm still prayin' that the case get dropped
Ayo, Pouya (Yuh), I've 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 kickin' 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 did
Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose lips
Funny thing about loose lips is how they shake shake
Catch me on the western and franklin I got the deuce lit
Doublin' up my cup, but no Quali', I got the deuce red
Cooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with
No shame when I claim it or rep it, I got a rude clip
Pimping hoes in no ho, I'm shameless to get my crew fed
Bitch, I been a scrub since day one
Scrub another toilet 'til the pay come
Poppin' ten pills 'til the pain's numb
I can feel all the hate from my day ones
Claimin' they clique like they into it
Really wishing I fail, you my enemies
I ain't pay for no ho, I'm just feelin' it
Where in the fuck were you at at my sentencing?
"What the sentence is?" said the judge as he sentenced me
To the pen where he 'ready sent many men
First time offender to felony, can't feel resentment for crimes
I'm just puttin' in work for the set that I'm reppin' in
But what happens when sets start to cavin' in?
I pray the fuck boy don't get popped
They get picked up, picked on 'til they speak to the cops
I can hear squealin' like some pigs in a pot
So I'm still prayin' that the case get dropped
Ayo, Pouya (Yuh), I've 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 kickin' 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 did
Sorry shorty, can't fuck with you, you got them loose lips
Funny thing about loose lips is how they shake shake
Catch me on the western and franklin I got the deuce lit
Doublin' up my cup, but no Quali', I got the deuce red
Cooling at the crib with some groupies they really cool with
No shame when I claim it or rep it, I got a rude clip
Pimping hoes in no ho, I'm shameless to get my crew fed
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