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ybe (lil yogi) - frustrations lyrics

[intro: conejo]
talent what up?
ybe, yeah
check this out
i got these demons in my head
and they talking to me homie
they like, “angel of death, tu ya sabes lo que tienes que aser”
yeah i know what i gotta do
its time to ride, lets go

[hook]
i’m creeping thru the night
revenge on my mind
but i don’t know
if i wanna commit this crime
frustrations, i’m goin’ thru
frustrations, what should i do?
i got my nina-9 i’m ready to ride
if you ever cross the line
you gon’ feel the lead burn
the lead burn, the lead burn
if you ever cross the line
you gon’ feel the lead burn
the lead burn, the lead burn

[verse 1]
welcome to california
these k!llas do not give a f-ck
homie i’m just trying to warn ya
watch every corner, they hitting em up
we got the guns, the drugs, the thugs
the pimps & the b-tches
the gangs, the kush
the beautiful women
the lows lows & switches
the fiends, the thieves
the crooked police
and the f-cked up system
i’m just keeping it real
the ghetto is nothing like beverly hills
my homies they ridin’
and they all got my back
enemies runnin’ & hidin’
theres no survivin’
when them guns clap
bang, bang (187)
its a normal thing in california
bang, bang (187)
when the gangstas run up on ya
i be smoking on that kush
it got me feeling so high
got revenge up on my mind
murda murda homicide
better run, run, run
when you see me
you better run, run, run
when you see me
cuz anybodys quick
to lose their life any day
so think before you talk
better grab your bible & pray

[verse 2: conejo]
when i come with the thumper
the skies get cloudy
dope travel thru my vein
the scene get rowdy
la cifra de muertos
elevates
impactos from the r-15
don’t hesitate
homie this live feed
from the block where i breath
right now in the kitchen
rocking quarter keys
en la sombra opero
asi lo prefiero
c-roca got connects
en el extranjero
and i’m slangin’ that white
on the grind all night
ese ritual dance
at your burial site
es una guerra de drogas
en el mar te ahogas
you could find me in the fields
with the amapola
if your b-tch violate
i whoop that hoe
a hood episode
a reality show
i play my cards
like a ghetto star
homie all backstreets
no boulevards

[hook]

[verse 3: spanky loco]
god d-mn, thats cool
boy put away that tool
boy put some sense inside your head
before you end up on that news
god d-mn, thats cool
boy put away that tool
boy put some sense inside your head
before you end up on that news
who trippin’? we trippy
so best to not be slippin’
got that thing like tucked away
and get pulled out when we dippin’
high strung, so crunk
the boy like h-lla stressin’
ain’t nothin’ i could tell em
he just contemplatin’ with that 3-5-7
ghetto sw-ngin’, varrio dippers
in & out just sippin’ liquor
high -ss f-ck, yup we roll
my other boy he outta control
mad at the world, devil got em
sittin’ in his crypt
and sleepin’ short
broken gl-ss everywhere
locced to the brain
man we don’t care
thats the life, asi se vive
este pedo simon que sigue
yeah we get it, yeah we get it
trucha boy foreal we get it
c-o-n, locs & yogi
spanky loc holding on a 40
thats the sh-t that we go through
life is crazy, the og’s too

[hook]

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