Issues
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money, mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' mixed signals
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
Yeah, rich as fuck, you know I am
But somehow I'm still in shootouts with a gun that jam
Caught us lackin', bullets flyin', active, had us runnin' man
But you know my brothers double back, we don't do no runnin', 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 sucker
Thinkin' I'm just in head, you's a cold motherfucker
Man, it's weird as fuck beefin' with your brothers when you love 'em
Respectfully, I'ma sip the drink and pop the ecstasy
Geekin' while thinkin' 'bout who in the way of my destiny
Sink in the seats of the foreign while thinkin', "Who testin' me?"
Tweakin', I don't trust the bitch I fucked, she layin' next to me, ooh
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money, mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' mixed signals
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
Man, leave me fuck alone
I changed my number for a reason, why is you callin' my phone?
Your negative energy be too strong
Fuckin' up my thinkin' process, bitch, I'm tryin' 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 politickin' on that
It's a lot on hands, y'all will never understand
Shit, I don't even understand, I kept it solid with my mans
This wasn't part of my plans, this wasn't part of my plans
'Cause niggas know, keepin' it solid, that shit 'part of my brand, ayy
You gotta feel me, I'm missin' niggas like Nipsey
In the trenches it's tricky, it get Mickey, Walt Disney
This shit be too much to deal with, man, I could end in a quickie
Wanna top in the Glock, right at my head, don't tempt me
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money, mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' mixed signals
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
