Life Issues Lyrics

Crazy how I'd love to solve my problems but it all gon' be the same

Caught up in this maze and man I'm like who the fuck should I blame?

Got a taste of the storm mane it was crazy umbrella for the rain

Ain't even know where to go I guess It's being stuck in the frame

Up in the scat I got motion now my ex bitch she's drivin' me insane

Mustn't have no idea I'm different man I'm switching lane

And that bitch is mad she hates when I'm playin' her game

Yeah she be doin' the most for the fame

Aye aye

Yeah she be doin' the most for the fame

2025 'fore I rise

Up in the sky that'll be your guys

I wish you could see the price of your life

Up in the sky that'll be your guys

I'm like what you're waiting on?

Come and pick up the phone

Your man is dyin' he ain't coming home

What the fuck is going on?

You call on the phone

And we got paramedics sayin' your boy he gone

We got 'em all wondering what the fuck was wrong

Been posted up in the streets clutchin' on the chrome

Yeah I'm like kids do not try this shit at home

Swear it finna look dirty you all better get along

Uh uh you don't want no momma singin' sad songs

Ooh nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Go on a drill black suit keep the tag on it

See you talkin' crazy mane your toe we leave a tag on it

Yeah uh yeah we leave a tag on it

Ooh

Yeah I'm still the same

Man I'm still the same

What the fuck you think

We don't do this for the fame

Mane I'm still the same

I ain't never changed

And I'm with the gang

We be here doin' everything

Mane you see the chain

What the fuck you think?

Cashin' in cashin' out I'm married to the bank yeah

If you speak on my name bet I'm quick to let it bang yeah

If I see you fake than It's comin' to an end yeah

Had to cut my day ones off for the win

Do you know what It's like to feel the pain?

Who is you? I don't even trust my twin

And my circle small can't let nobody in

Make it make sense

Uh bitch make it make sense

Say what you say

But I told you make it make sense

Uh you confusin'

Uh bitch you bitchin'

Are you slow yeah?

I was right when I said she was hoein?

You was high you ain't want to listen nah

Now see who reminiscing oh oh

My circle tight can't get in no

I see you when I see you I don't play 'round

Up in London I spend a lotta pounds

Met her on the trip wanna stay 'cause she the best I found