Testo di 'Scrubs' di Pouya

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