Issue (feat. Devan Ibiza)
My n we got a issue
Cause n talking
I don't fuck with the drama
I pick up the phone like I missed you
What up, what up
I got that green, I got mildew
I used to mumble, but I'm done being humble
I'm done being fake I just kilt you
Aye
I don't fiend for no bread i make my own dough
I got A&R's and they stay involved
And they dick riding my shows
Cause my name popping and my chain rock
When I train hop with my bro's
And I shake them off
When they taking off
Cause they taking all of my flows
They taking all of my
Rap I don't feel it anymore
I know I'm blacker than black
Adade up in the back
I'm sorry I wanna trap
I don't want to go poor
Started with a dream and a dollar
On team full of fiends of the green shooting threes Iguodala
I got a seed not a father
I'm living life in the hoopty
I need my impala
Who am I to utilize the click clack
You can probably utilize the booth
You and I were truly on the get back
Rapping while I euthanize the booth
I can really talk about the real shit
All my niggas talk about the proof
Booth the only n that I chill with
Everybody else ain't got the juice
I'm an evil ass nigga like Cavanaugh
Hood i ain't really get the mac involved
I was outside on the boulevard
Waiting for the bus like I'm jacking off
And everybody wanna talk
Can you walk the walk?
N who are you
When niggas shoot like what are you to do
Except spread the word and crash funerals n
My n we got a issue
Cause n talking
I don't fuck with the drama
I pick up the phone like I missed you
What up, what up
I got that green I got mildew
I used to mumble but I'm done being humble
I'm done being fake I just kilt you
Aye
I don't fiend for no bread i make my own dough
I got A&R's and they stay involved
And they dick riding my shows
Cause my name popping my chain rock
When I train hop with my bro's
And I shake them off
When they taking off
Cause they taking all of my flows
They taking all of my
I'm making the rules what a lesson to lose
I'm bringing it back yo why would I lack when they want me under the shoes
All my n on television for the wrong reason when they making the news
And when n see me n saw things they can never assume
My niggas don't got a clue
I've been to ghetto to ghetto
I've been to mad hoods
Spending my money and put it up in a backwood
It was like 7-Eleven rapping at 7-Eleven and I was set at 11 because I rap good
They killed my n because the way he was acting
He wanted love he started feeling a Mac 10
Like 40 acres I'm waiting I'm done asking
Ima need like 400 properties and a stallion
Rest in peace, n
Rest in peace
I get green like a gator
I don't really want a hater want I love her like less than three
Feel like a broken elevator
Everybody wanna cater but nobody want to let us eat
Crash dummy never testing me
Gonna die before you ever get the best of me
You're my child but you can never be the Destiny
My n we got a issue
Cause n talking
I don't fuck with the drama
I pick up the phone like I missed you
What up, what up
I got that green I got mildew
I used to mumble but I'm done being humble I'm done being fake I just kilt you
Aye
I don't fiend for no bread i make my own dough
I got A&R's and they stay involved
And they dick riding my shows
Cause my name popping my chain rock
When I train hop with my bro's
And I shake them off
When they taking off
Cause they taking all of my flows
They taking all of my
Cause n talking
I don't fuck with the drama
I pick up the phone like I missed you
What up, what up
I got that green, I got mildew
I used to mumble, but I'm done being humble
I'm done being fake I just kilt you
Aye
I don't fiend for no bread i make my own dough
I got A&R's and they stay involved
And they dick riding my shows
Cause my name popping and my chain rock
When I train hop with my bro's
And I shake them off
When they taking off
Cause they taking all of my flows
They taking all of my
Rap I don't feel it anymore
I know I'm blacker than black
Adade up in the back
I'm sorry I wanna trap
I don't want to go poor
Started with a dream and a dollar
On team full of fiends of the green shooting threes Iguodala
I got a seed not a father
I'm living life in the hoopty
I need my impala
Who am I to utilize the click clack
You can probably utilize the booth
You and I were truly on the get back
Rapping while I euthanize the booth
I can really talk about the real shit
All my niggas talk about the proof
Booth the only n that I chill with
Everybody else ain't got the juice
I'm an evil ass nigga like Cavanaugh
Hood i ain't really get the mac involved
I was outside on the boulevard
Waiting for the bus like I'm jacking off
And everybody wanna talk
Can you walk the walk?
N who are you
When niggas shoot like what are you to do
Except spread the word and crash funerals n
My n we got a issue
Cause n talking
I don't fuck with the drama
I pick up the phone like I missed you
What up, what up
I got that green I got mildew
I used to mumble but I'm done being humble
I'm done being fake I just kilt you
Aye
I don't fiend for no bread i make my own dough
I got A&R's and they stay involved
And they dick riding my shows
Cause my name popping my chain rock
When I train hop with my bro's
And I shake them off
When they taking off
Cause they taking all of my flows
They taking all of my
I'm making the rules what a lesson to lose
I'm bringing it back yo why would I lack when they want me under the shoes
All my n on television for the wrong reason when they making the news
And when n see me n saw things they can never assume
My niggas don't got a clue
I've been to ghetto to ghetto
I've been to mad hoods
Spending my money and put it up in a backwood
It was like 7-Eleven rapping at 7-Eleven and I was set at 11 because I rap good
They killed my n because the way he was acting
He wanted love he started feeling a Mac 10
Like 40 acres I'm waiting I'm done asking
Ima need like 400 properties and a stallion
Rest in peace, n
Rest in peace
I get green like a gator
I don't really want a hater want I love her like less than three
Feel like a broken elevator
Everybody wanna cater but nobody want to let us eat
Crash dummy never testing me
Gonna die before you ever get the best of me
You're my child but you can never be the Destiny
My n we got a issue
Cause n talking
I don't fuck with the drama
I pick up the phone like I missed you
What up, what up
I got that green I got mildew
I used to mumble but I'm done being humble I'm done being fake I just kilt you
Aye
I don't fiend for no bread i make my own dough
I got A&R's and they stay involved
And they dick riding my shows
Cause my name popping my chain rock
When I train hop with my bro's
And I shake them off
When they taking off
Cause they taking all of my flows
They taking all of my
Credits
Writer(s): Amantey Opare
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