Frustrated

You want fuck with me then fuck with me
Don't fuck with niggas that don't fuck with me
I out of the hood and I proud to be
The people I thought would be proud of me ain't proud of me
The people I vent to they downing me
The ones I did trust they was clowning me
I real as can be and is one of me
A slave to my heart I don't wanna be
Authentic as fuck ain't no wanna be
They don't want no smoke they don't want no beef
My love turn to hate I don't want no peace
And all of my life I just wanted peace
But fuck up inside like I need a feast
They fuck up my mind I can't think straight
They ask how I be dawg I been straight
I cut off my day one they been fake
Your intent is to hurt me you been say it
I born on my own I don't need you
You open my cuts make em bleed too
If I see you in person you see through
You throw shit in my face you didn't need to
What the fuck is the love all these people be giving
My heart disappear and my heartbeat it missing
Try be a hero they call me a villain
Almost hop out my bag and go hop in my feelings

(Let me tell you why)
I does get way too high dawg my head ain't on
When I think about Marcus he dead and gone
I does think about Davo he dead and gone
Cuso and Mimi they dead and gone
From 2014 it was gravesites
When Marcus did die I didn't grieve right
They tell me he pass it didn't seem right
I try to get drunk in that same night
These people don't know what this feel like
You would think i would learn live the same life
A lot of my brothers didn't see they life
So much of wrong we still mean right
I does try to be happy it never work
Does be smiling so much like I never hurt
Like I ain't just had to go get another shirt
I gah so much of friends and they under dirt
I don't vent to these people they think is amusing
Vent to the mic put my pain in my music
Smile in my face like I ain't ready to lose it
Tell you my struggle we argue you use it
Stepper my brother we bleed the same
I don't fuck with no
I don't deal with fiends
See Pablo my brother they know the deal
I does fuck with them niggas who keep it real
I does fuck with them niggas who come from the struggle
Who come from the bottom know nothing but hustle
My circle so small we bump heads when we huddle
circle so small is three piece to the puzzle

These people talk down on my name so much
If teen none they problems or needs so what?
Everybody got problems who gives a fuck?
Think about me I gah needs the fuck
I still on my grind I don't need no luck
I tell you before dawg I need more bucks
I need me some money don't need no slut
Bitch on my line like I need a fuck
Got pain in my body got pain in my soul
The shit that I witness give me my flows
I stand on my morals completing my goals
Don't fuck with no rumors leave that for the hoes



Credits
Writer(s): Vitalien Citadelle
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