Issues

Issues (Explicit) - YG

Lyrics by：Dejan Nikolic/Keenon Jackson/Dylan James Berg/Kelton Lanier Scott II/Bijan Amirkhani

Composed by：Dejan Nikolic/Keenon Jackson/Dylan James Berg/Kelton Lanier Scott II/Bijan Amirkhani

B***h 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

B***h I got issues

More money more problems this s**t gift cool

Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news

I think they comin' for me I'm buyin' pistols

Pistols

Yeah rich as f**k 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 s**t

Take me away from my girlies I can't picture it

F**k y'all that's why I can't leave without this d**k

At night it's under the pillow I dream about the stick

What's up with your brother

S**t I ain't talk to Mustard

I just fell back can't let a n***a treat me like a sucker

Thinkin' I'm just in my head you's a cold motherf**ker

Man it's wet as f**k beefin' with your brothers when you love 'em

Respectfully I'ma sip the drink and pop the ecstasy

Give you I'm thinkin' 'bout who in the way of my destiny

Sick in the seats of the foreign while thinkin' who testin' me

Tweakin' I don't trust a b***h I f**k she layin' next to me

Ooh

B***h 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

B***h I got issues

More money more problems this s**t gift cool

Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news

I think they comin' for me I'm buyin' pistols

Pistols

Man leave me the f**k alone

I changed my number for a reason why else you callin' my phone

Your negative energy beats you strong

F**kin' up my thinkin' process b***h I'm tryna write the 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

S**t got hot start backin' back homies politicin' on that

It's a lot on my hands y'all'll never understand s**t

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 n***as know keepin' it solid that s**t part of my brand

Ayy you gotta feel me I'm missin' n***as like Nipsey

And the trenches is tricky it get mickey Walt Disney

This s**t be too much to deal with man I could end it in a quickly

Wanna top in the Glock right at my head don't tip me

B***h I got issues