Issues lyrics

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young n*gga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young n*gga, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture
Young n*gga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young n*gga, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I done [?] too many n*ggas no more
Done cut off a lot of my hoes
Y'all n*ggas know how this sh*t go
Shawty wanna ride when you get dough
Shawty wanna go when you get low
JAY-Z on you, onto the next one
She stay on you long as the check come
It's thank you, you're welcome
106 done made every in the bricks, think I can help 'em
Don't listen to what I tell them, then I have to go bail them
In the pyrex, charges keep on turning through all of this
Stoves keep on burning, balling is what they calling this
I'm finally learning, y'all n*ggas ain't got love for me
As long I got the kush, y'all gon' always keep me company
For now I got the push, I thank you for what you've done for me
Shawty 'cause you got a child, don't mean you're the one for me
I got issues
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young n*gga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young n*gga, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture
Young n*gga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young n*gga, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz!
They say my partner out of jail, so the crime rate went up
I got an old school to make you put that sh*t up
4's on the whip, make the car like 6'1
Bought my girl a bag with checkerboard on the stitching
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 b*tches
I'm in the latest Ralph Lauron, mall addiction
I'm a cool ass n*gga, air condition
I'm watching HD life in the big picture
I'm just a young fly n*gga tryna get richer

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young n*gga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young n*gga, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture
Young n*gga, I got issues
On the grind, I got plans to get richer
Young n*gga, I got issues
I didn't wanna rob the plug, but I see the bigger picture
[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
Ralph Lauron fashion, pants sagging, 40 Cal c*cked
Keep saying it's gon' jam on me, know you n*ggas wanna tell on me
Got plenty of tells, so when I fail and when I fall
I recall none of y'all, still I crawl back to ball
Money talks, stack it tall
So the next time I fall, I'll be falling to the next time I fall
Still falling, ain't no peace while we waring
Want peace, come up off it, Street Sargent
Tom Skeet, hit 'em dead, mean calling
Catch me patting n*ggas' pockets, pulling pistols if they pausing
And I'm pimpin like the systom, putting b*tches on the market
I wake up every day and hit the streets like I'm starving
Pulling out that toaster for that toast and I'm ghost