Issues

Young nigga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young nigga, I got issues
I didn’t wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture
no more
Done cut off a lot of my hoes
You niggas know how this shit goes
Shawdy wanna ride when you get doegh
Shawdy wanna go when you get low
onto the next one
They on you as long as the check come
Thank you, you’re welcome
in the bricks, god couldn’t help him
Don’t listen to what I tell them
Then I have to go bail them
In the pyrex, charges
Turning through all of this
Stoves keep on burning, is what they calling it
I finally learned it, you niggas ain’t got love for me
Long as I got the Kush, it always gon keep me company
Now I got the push, thank you for what you’ve done for me
don’t mean you’re the one for me
I got issues
Young nigga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young nigga, I got issues
I didn’t wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture
2 Chainz!
They say my partner out of jail, so the crime rate whent up
I got an old school to make you put that shit up
4's on the whip, make the car like 6
Bought my girl a bag with extention
I need intervention, I need competition
Cause I get my head on, baby, car collision
To see what I’m doing, you need baller vision
And when I walk in the spot, I get all the bitches
I’m in the latest Ralph Lauron, mall addition
I’m a cool ass nigga, ar condition
I’m watching HD life in the big picture
I’m just a young fly nigga tryna get richer
Young nigga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young nigga, I got issues
I didn’t wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture
Ralph Lauron fashion, pants saggin
40 Cal gon jam on me
Know you niggas wanna tell on me
Got plenty of tells, when I fail or when I fall,
None of y’all, still I crawl back to ball
Money talks, stack it tall
So the next time I fall, I’ll be fallin to the next time I fall
Still fallen, ain’t no peace while we waring
Want peace, come up off it
Street sargent
Catch me patting niggas' pockets, pullin pistols if they watchin
And I’m pimpin like the systom, puttin bitches on the market
I wake up everyday and hit the streets like I’m starving
Pullin out that toaster for that toast and them ghosts