"Frustration" lyrics

[South park Mexican:]
I'm so fucking addict (fucking addict)
I'm so fucking addict (fucking addict)
God, God
Please help me God

Christians please pray for me
Haters please keep me strong
Players please love me
Like you love my every single song
Since my verse October 5th
Both my fucking palms itch
Made myself millions
But that's not what I call rich
Once I told my mom this
You are not my mom bitch
You stole me from my family
Fed me from the wrong tits
Please forgive your younger son
You know I'll fucking die for you
Woman you're my life
You're in almost every rhyme I do
Can't you see I'm dying
From the pain that I brought to us
It's obvious
My conscious just won't let live anonymous
I'm exposed like kleptos
Just interview my ex hoes
They'll tell you that I used them
Then used them in my best flows
S.P. I have blessed the world
How did they return my love?
Friends try to kill me
And now they give me nervous hugs
Get my flows the perfect drug
Jordans pushing red foreign
Consider it a privilege
You listening to the best boy

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Listen I ain't hating
But they got your boy debating
If I bust who would knew
Except God maybe Satan
So I sit and I wait
Steady contemplating
No peace on the streets
Must release my frustration

Listen I ain't hating
But they got your boy debating
If I bust who would knew
Except God maybe Satan
So I sit and I wait
Steady contemplating
No peace on the streets
Must release my frustration

[South park Mexican:]
Yeah I haven't fought police
And tudy tried warning me
But I met those bitches
That's abusing their authority
I know we got some good cops
Plus I know your jobs hard
Some have gotten killed
'Cause they walked up to the wrong car
Lots of men in uniforms
That I consider heroes
Lots of men in uniforms
That act like fucking real hoes
Guess ya'll hate the Mexican
Maybe how the things changed
The accents, the restaurants
To you it might seem strange
But we have the same dreams
Want the joy that peace brings
Thanksgiving day
The only day I didn't eat beans
Got gave us X-ray
To see pass the skin tone
Don't you know that all of us
We were born from one rib bone
Or do you have that syndrome?
That 1950's racist shit
Hating bitch
Can't you fucking see
You sucking Satan's dick?
I'm ain't saying ride with me
But damn am I the rivalry?
Seems like everybody singing
Ebony and ivory

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Listen I ain't hating
But they got your boy debating
If I bust who would knew
Except God maybe Satan
So I sit and I wait
Steady contemplating
No peace on the streets
Must release my frustration

Listen I ain't hating
But they got your boy debating
If I bust who would knew
Except God maybe Satan
So I sit and I wait
Steady contemplating
No peace on the streets
Must release my frustration

[South park Mexican:]
How 'bout singing ebony and ivory and brownery
America, America
What you ain't proud of me?
Now that all the freeways building
You throw me out the country
It's not my fault
I thought George
Had chopped down a plum tree
Radio don't play us
So we don't got no place to call home
Pocos pero locos
Tried their best to put our songs on
But they do it all alone
And that's what I call bravery
Just one show that's saving us
And showing love from a to z

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Listen I ain't hating
But they got your boy debating
If I bust who would knew
Except God maybe Satan
So I sit and I wait
Steady contemplating
No peace on the streets
Must release my frustration

Listen I ain't hating
But they got your boy debating
If I bust who would knew
Except God maybe Satan
So I sit and I wait
Steady contemplating
No peace on the streets
Must release my frustration

Listen I ain't hating
But they got your boy debating
If I bust who would knew
Except God maybe Satan
So I sit and I wait
Steady contemplating
No peace on the streets
Must release my frustration