Issue

Feeling anxious
I'm anticipating the way I start this shit
Looking to Spiff for guidance in his basement cuttin' a couple hits
I've been feeling Vick-sick
Like a fighting dog to my stomach
Just coughed up a glob of sauce amigo gave me, that was too much
Too bad he didn't give a fuck
Still being passive on the socials, showing love
Not my bruh
The shit you hanging up
Know the meaning behind that flag you flying
Before someone phones it in and flips
Not the black and white flag with the blue line in it
It's intentions are the opposite
You trynna back the boys in blue
You trynna back your boys too
But if your boys are your boys
Then you're fired too, it's fuck you too
Someone else's view and vision of me
Is something I refuse to see
Should know someone can't understand someone fully
I mean, come on, really
If you don't know how much this shit means to me
You don't know me respectively
Ain't never took no ecstasy
But it feels like this, expectedly

We all got our own issues
I got mine too
I'm a crier, boo
We all got a real issue
And real reasons for our own box of tissues
One day these blue faces and red beams 'gone collide
Finally retaliate against you
You can put this song on replay when it happens
And assume what we alluded to

How you claim to be a number one American
Reppin' that confederate flag
Don't tell me it's a rebel again
You gon' see what rebellin' is
You gon' get yourself in trouble
Best stay up out the mix
The things that you do
And the language that you use
Don't match the sticker that you stuck up on the back of your pussy whip
Drivin' to the trap
With your mama, pussy whip
Lucky didn't get pistol whipped
Pop 'em in the mouth for some corny shit
Popcorn been served fresh
The way I hear you sniff that shit
White noise, brown noise
Rains better helps at making me sleepy
White boys, crowd noise
Three-fourths probably in jerseys, huh
Not really on the field
Student section only time they wearing jerseys
Not even from their city
Some Joe Schmoe with record-breaking numbers
So you think you rockin' with him
If the shoe fits, wear it
Rockin' hand-me-downs since I was Kenny

We all got our own issues
I got mine too
I'm a crier, boo
We all got a real issue
And real reasons for our own box of tissues
One day these blue faces and red beams 'gone collide
Finally retaliate against you
You can put this song on replay when it happens
And assume what we alluded to

I swear the ones that try to hide be killin' me (Ah,shit)
Might just have to pick a side eventually (Ah, shit)
At this point, only God defending me (Aw)
I told myself like shit, the law of my enemy (Aw man, shit)
Check, Check (Uh)
Fresh up out of battle, where you been? (Huh)
Always takin' from this shit, but don't put in (Uh)
You ain't really with this shit, you just pretend (Huh)
I can't do it cause the color of my skin (Uh)
Only made me stronger
Knowing that my rainy days was right around the corner
Oh, you love to fake it like it's part of your persona
Damn
Damn, my nigga, you a goner (He gone)
Look
It's up to you, you 'gone decide (We know)
You 'gone find your truth to your demise (He down)
I know that guilt's still rooted in your mind
That ain't somethin' you just movin' to the side (And we on one)

We all got our own issues
I got mine too
I'm a crier, boo
We all got a real issue
And real reasons for our own box of tissues
One day these blue faces and red beams 'gone collide
Finally retaliate against you
You can put this song on replay when it happens
And assume what we alluded to