ANGER ISSUE$. Lyrics

Remember the name, remember the sound

Known on this game for cutting the pounds

I'll kill them all dead inside the sound, yeah, yeah

I'm tired of running on sacred grounds

Gave you a chance and you fucked it now

Now your life you'll live without Smoke

Cause I'm back, Cause I'm back from the dead

Which one of you pussies came to lose your fucking head?

Bang, Bang, drag their bodies to the shed

Tie em up for weeks and leave them starving from this pen

I'll kill you, stomp a pussy boy in his fucking throat

Hide the murder weapon in my mattress with the dope

Chain around my blade, aim the beamer at his throat

Smack him with my truck and put his body in a tote

I'm not violent, no

Sometimes I just get a little

A little mad

It's not me though

I-I-I'm not violent, no, It's just anger issues, swear I'm not out of control, yeah

Bitch, I hang with killers, just some niggas you don't know

Move out that work in those packs, that rock, like, you could call me Toph

Up that banger to his neck and cut his tongue out from his throat

Like a rebound, I don't hear about it, keep me out the loop

You fake the funk, I keep shit real, I keep those racks inside my bunk

What-What I do incognito, can't see me but I see you

Dust him in those laps and leave them choking on the truth

Love-Love-Love my girl so I give her what she wants

If-If that-that nigga talk his shit, call for Benjis, get him shot

I've been better than my former, not so slippy on these rocks

Lived a life before UD I was never proud of

All my niggas know my pain and know my deal

G-G-Got that shit gone just so I could eat a meal

T-Test my gangsta bitch, let's wind back the first reel

You ain't know me before Smokey, what's your deal?

Talk, Talk, Talk, Talk

They all like to talk and never like to

It's not me, I can promise you that much

Cause I'm back, Cause I'm back from the dead

Which one of you pussies came to lose your fucking head?

Bang, Bang, drag their bodies to the shed

Tie em up for weeks and leave them starving from this pen

I'll kill you, stomp a pussy boy in his fucking throat

Hide the murder weapon in my mattress with the dope

Chain around my blade, aim the beamer at his throat

Smack him with my truck and put his body in a

R-R-R-Remember the name, remember the sound

Known on this game for cutting the pounds

I'll kill them all dead inside the sound, yeah, yeah

I'm tired of running on sacred grounds

Gave you a chance and you fucked it now

Now your life you'll live with