Frustrated lyrics

Hey doom n*ggas
Come get drunk wit me
Is it alright?

[Verse 1]
See what you don't know is
I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist
I keep my pistol in my grips
You disappear like extra clips
If you f*ck wit me
Good luck wit me
I'm buck 50
Don't worry about trouble cuz
I brought the truck wit me
And I got the cowl 50
That's the only thing I trust lately
That and my babies
Cuz they ain't old enough to turn on me
After it's ??
Like these paperplate ass n*ggas
And these lyin ass b*tches
All I need is me
The rest of you all can die in these ditches
I be a broke motherf*cka
Trenchcoat motherf*cka
Cut throat plus I'm motherless
And your stomach can't stomach this
My stomach is rumblin
Cuz I'm hungry
Confused and half dead and one of 'em
Them dark broom n*ggas
Spark the room n*ggas
Start to finish n*ggas
Then my heart diminish n*ggas
So let's start it then finish it then back to the start
I used to sing to myself in the dark
Cry in the dark kill in the dark it's all the same
[Hook]:
Sometimes I get so high
That's how I cope with life
When things ain't goin right I'm frustrated
f*ck you for judging me
Mind yours and let me be
Why can't you n*ggas see I'm frustrated

[Verse 2]
My attitude is sh*tty
When I ain't got no motherf*ckin money
When I'm hungry
And can't put a damn thang in my stomach
What's frustrating
I'm havin problems with my old lady
And lately she been against me and hatin
Sayin f*ck it
I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish
Mean muggin kissin and huggin
I ain't got time for that f*ckin dumb sh*t
It's time to kick it and get it twisted
With my homies and some b*tches
That's the deall
Everybody straight f*ckin
It's f*cked up when a big mouth sl*t
f*cks it up for the rest of us
She's a cousin to us
Nobody wants to f*ck with her
She's the ugly one
I hate pus*y, eating b*tches
I believe pus*y belong to di*k
And you already know I hate the f*ck out of faggots
Powderpuff, twinkletoes, catch blows to the nose
I don't think God meant for n*ggas
To bump big heads and take it up the as*h*le
Got to keep it real
No longer debatin
This is how I feel
I'm upset and frustrated
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm fixin to knock sh*t out the box
And be a rabid dog
Bounce b*tches off walls
Kill 'em all
Cuz I been strugglin like a tug of war
Since I was born in this wicked ass world
Now it's time to let loose and get the juice
Showin the steel toed boots
And flip the loops
Avoiding all obsticles
Well face 'em head up
n*gga man up
What the f*ck
You scared or what
I hit the bottom when my pops died
What f*cked me up most is when moms cried
Had to keep my composure (hold it in)
Don't let her be holder (emotionless)
Be a soldier
Now I been tryin to do this music thang
For years and big money ain't came
But I'm tryin to be patient
I'm still waiting
Bout to break up and shake up sh*t
Cuz it's frustratin
[Playboy 7 Talking]
sh*t man I'm tired of bein so motherf*ckin broke
If I wasn't so broke
I could take care of my mama and my kinfolk
But I'm just stuck out here
By my damn self
Thought I had family out here
But they done f*cked me
Didn't even use no vasoline, none
Ass still hurtin
Trust in motherf*ckers
Rollin around with homies
You know what I'm sayin
Thinkin they hard thinkin they down
Flake out like some corn flakes
Kelloggs ass n*ggas
Man a n*gga like me just can't work at no motherf*ckin 9-5 job
Got the motherf*ckin boss f*ckin off
And I'm doin most of the work gettin paid bullsh*t
I come in there on time and do my sh*t and I still get paid sh*t
Don't even have enough money to pay my motherf*ckin rent
I gotta do a little hustle
sh*t man, there's a black and a white side
Is there a gray area?
I'm lookin for it
Everytime it seems like I'm gonna come up
Somethin always slaps me in the face
Wether it be a Po-Po or a f*ckin ho
Ho ass n*ggas not these hoes
I trust no b*tch
Done learned that a long time ago
Wish I had my motherf*ckin pappy with me next time
And give a n*gga some knowledge
Teach a n*gga somethin
That n*gga flaked off when I was 13
Ho ass motherf*cka
And if I find you I'm a whup yo ass too n*gga
Tired of bein broke
Worried about my momma and thangs
Thinkin about homies that's dead and gone up in the pen
Motherf*ckers that's fixin to go to the pen I just see it
Feels like I'm just wastin my breath for some of the homies though
I just don't even know what to do no more man
Man f*ck this sh*t
f*ck it, I'm through