Lyrics to Issues
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you
Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Yeah, rich as fuck, you know I am
But some how I'm still in shoot outs with a gun that jam
Caught us lacking, bullets flying, active, had us running man
But you know my brothers double back, we don't do no running man
Man, I'm too rich for this shit
Take me away from my girlies, I can't picture it
Fuck nah, that's why I can't leave without the stick
At night it's under the pillow, I dream about the stick
What's up with your brother? Shit, I ain't talk to Mustard
I just fell back, can't let a nigga treat me like a sucka
Thinking I'm just in head, you's a cold mothafucka
Man, it's weird as fuck beefing with brother when you love 'em
Respectfully, I'ma sip the drink and pop the Ecstasy
Geekin' by thinking 'bout who in the way of my destiny
Sink and deceased of the form while thinking who testing me
Tweaking, I don't trust a bitch, I fucked, she laying next to me
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you
Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Man, leave me the fuck alone
I change my number for a reason, why is you calling my phone?
Your negative energy be too strong
Fucking up my thinking process, bitch, I'm trying to write this song
Where was we at? Okay, the homie ran off with the packs
Where was we at? The homie gave his 4hunnid chain back
Money and straps, I put in the hood back to back
Shit got hostile back in back, homies politicking on that
It's a lot on hands, y'all never understand
Shit I don't even understand, I kept it solid with my man
This wasn't part of my plans, this wasn't part of my plans
'Cause niggas know, keeping it solid, that shit 'part of my brand (Aye)
You gotta feel me, I'm missing niggas like Nipsey
In the trenches it's tricky, it get Mickey, Walt Disney
This shit be too much to deal with, I could end in a quickie
One in the top of the Glock, right at my head, don't tempt me
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you
Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you
Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Yeah, rich as fuck, you know I am
But some how I'm still in shoot outs with a gun that jam
Caught us lacking, bullets flying, active, had us running man
But you know my brothers double back, we don't do no running man
Man, I'm too rich for this shit
Take me away from my girlies, I can't picture it
Fuck nah, that's why I can't leave without the stick
At night it's under the pillow, I dream about the stick
What's up with your brother? Shit, I ain't talk to Mustard
I just fell back, can't let a nigga treat me like a sucka
Thinking I'm just in head, you's a cold mothafucka
Man, it's weird as fuck beefing with brother when you love 'em
Respectfully, I'ma sip the drink and pop the Ecstasy
Geekin' by thinking 'bout who in the way of my destiny
Sink and deceased of the form while thinking who testing me
Tweaking, I don't trust a bitch, I fucked, she laying next to me
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you
Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Man, leave me the fuck alone
I change my number for a reason, why is you calling my phone?
Your negative energy be too strong
Fucking up my thinking process, bitch, I'm trying to write this song
Where was we at? Okay, the homie ran off with the packs
Where was we at? The homie gave his 4hunnid chain back
Money and straps, I put in the hood back to back
Shit got hostile back in back, homies politicking on that
It's a lot on hands, y'all never understand
Shit I don't even understand, I kept it solid with my man
This wasn't part of my plans, this wasn't part of my plans
'Cause niggas know, keeping it solid, that shit 'part of my brand (Aye)
You gotta feel me, I'm missing niggas like Nipsey
In the trenches it's tricky, it get Mickey, Walt Disney
This shit be too much to deal with, I could end in a quickie
One in the top of the Glock, right at my head, don't tempt me
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you
Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals
I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols
