Brotha Lynch Hung - Frustrated lyrics

Hey doom n***as 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** 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 a** n***as And these lyin a** b**hes All I need is me The rest of you all can die in these ditches I be a broke motherf**a Trenchcoat motherf**a 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***as Spark the room n***as Start to finish n***as Then my heart diminish n***as 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 k** 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** you for judging me Mind yours and let me be Why can't you n***as see I'm frustrated [Verse 2] My attitude is sh**ty When I ain't got no motherf**in 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** it I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish Mean muggin kissin and huggin I ain't got time for that f**in dumb sh** It's time to kick it and get it twisted With my homies and some b**hes That's the deall Everybody straight f**in It's f**ed up when a big mouth s*ut f**s it up for the rest of us She's a cousin to us Nobody wants to f** with her She's the ugly one I hate p**y, eating b**hes I believe p**y belong to dick And you already know I hate the f** out of f*ggots Powderpuff, twinkletoes, catch blows to the nose I don't think God meant for n***as To bump big heads and take it up the a**hole 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** out the box And be a rabid dog Bounce b**hes off walls k** 'em all Cuz I been strugglin like a tug of war Since I was born in this wicked a** 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***a man up What the f** You scared or what I hit the bottom when my pops died What f**ed 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** Cuz it's frustratin [Playboy 7 Talking] sh** man I'm tired of bein so motherf**in 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**ed me Didn't even use no vasoline, none Ass still hurtin Trust in motherf**ers Rollin around with homies You know what I'm sayin Thinkin they hard thinkin they down Flake out like some corn flakes Kelloggs a** n***as Man a n***a like me just can't work at no motherf**in 9-5 job Got the motherf**in boss f**in off And I'm doin most of the work gettin paid bullsh** I come in there on time and do my sh** and I still get paid sh** Don't even have enough money to pay my motherf**in rent I gotta do a little hustle sh** 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**in ho Ho a** n***as not these hoes I trust no b**h Done learned that a long time ago Wish I had my motherf**in pappy with me next time And give a n***a some knowledge Teach a n***a somethin That n***a flaked off when I was 13 Ho a** motherf**a And if I find you I'm a whup yo a** too n***a Tired of bein broke Worried about my momma and thangs Thinkin about homies that's dead and gone up in the pen Motherf**ers 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** this sh** f** it, I'm through