Issues lyrics

by

Boosie Badazz


[Intro: T-Rell]
T-Rell
You don't know what I done been through
Yeah
You don't know what I done been through, look

[Chorus: T-Rell]
f*ck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through
Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
f*ck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through
Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 1: T-Rell]
f*ck these n*ggas, they don't want to see me here
They'd rather see me dead, not providing for my family
These n*ggas make diss songs all because I'm rich now
Do it for attention, pus*y n*gga sit down
These young thugs they be on my di*k, remind me of my b*tch
On Facebook talking sh*t 'cause every day we lit
So people let me keep it real, I did my dirt
Hurt my heart to see my mama smoke work
My baby mama be tripping, 'cause she see how we living
She f*cked up her position, let's just keep it 'bout children
My lil boy got cancer, I just hugged and I kissed him
I'm hustling and greeting, son every day gonna miss you
I got issues, with these b*tches, I can't leave these hoes alone
I got issues, wifey tripping, reading, going through my phone
[Chorus: T-Rell]
f*ck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through
Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
f*ck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through
Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
Yeah more money more problems, more cash more hoes
Less time at the house, more fans more shows
I'm out the mud if you know me, I'm familiar with the struggle
Down bad had to scuffle, I made robbing a hustle
I got my DJ so lit, I got my n*ggas 'dem rich
Bank account like phone numbers but ain't got none for no b*tch
Pour out my problems with drank, order up me a kid
Different cities and states but don't go nowhere without sticks
Man I'm coming from sh*t, I went and iced out my fist quick
I like blowing a bag, walk in the store, give me this
Hit the yellow and itch, diamonds mwah, blow a kiss
I'm like f*ck your opinion, like a big b*tch I'm lit

[Chorus: T-Rell]
f*ck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through
Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
f*ck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through
Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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