What's The Issue Lyrics

D.A.N, yeah, uh, what's the issue, 1-800, y'all ready

When the rope stops jumpin', the party gets to pumpin

I be feelin' like the Andre 3000 of my city brother killin' brother

Why we can't stand next to each other

Streets always preventin' that, this is bigger than rap

Don't allow negativity till my eyes roll back

In this Villa Rica state of mind, my niggas dyin

Not makin' past twenty-nine, what's the issue, nigga

This not Atlanta, but all the gangs are the same

Bullets flyin', hit our brothers in the head, what's the issue

Yeah, no more love and vacation

Swimmin' naked with a bad Malaysian

Deep conversation leadin' to a deeper sensation

Stop actin' like this forever, this ain't lovin' to make it

I done made love with different women, even the baddest Jamaican

But still standin' lonely in the Matrix

And I flew out to Vegas, and the sun was beamin' so hard

That it brought out all the hatred

Goddamn, baby, we on vacation, still you constantly ragin

What's the point of lookin' for love

I been on my own since the age of one

These women wanna suck out all the fun

Make you think you the only one with these options

Poppin' in like Hot Topics

Women disappear like COVID when Ukraine war started

Please stop it, don't say you love me

Can't be happy on the warm beach

No more love and vacation

No more intimate love makin

Tell em' you the only one in this world I can have my babies with

Bitch, please

God is all I need

All them other problems can fall

And you can rake em' up with the leaves

Don't leave

They tellin' me don't leave

But when I was down bad

And all I had was my pleads

You couldn't see through the pain

Didn't notice the stain

Play me like a game

What's the issue

What, what, what, what's the issue

When the rope stops jumpin

The party gets to pumpin

I be feelin' like the Andre 3000 of my city brother

Killin' brother while we can't stand next to each other

Streets always preventin' that this is bigger than rap

Don't allow negativity till my eyes roll back

In this Villa Rica state of mind

My niggas dyin', aint make it past 29

What's the issue

This not Atlanta, but all the gangs are the same

Bullets flyin', get our brothers in the head

What's the issue

Askin' me, Dan, are you good, my nigga

All my city niggas straight out the hood, my nigga

When I say I'm good, I be lyin

Too many partnas been dyin

I'm sleepin' on this couch, I've been sleepless at night

Prayin' to God I make it to Friday

Stop poppin' those bottles for the moment

Too much money stored in the Chromebook

This crypto been jumpin', you ain't been watchin

Fuck a Maybach, I want the Ferrari

Pushin' up daffodils

Kids always seem to squeal

Heart's been broken, the past made it hard to heal

Seein' the sun at the end of the tunnel

Demons had me trippin' in puddles

With the dark shadows castin

Can't even see my own reflection

I think I lost myself

And the streets started consumin' me

The hatred, the drugs, the anger, the love

Is this God's plan

Well, He only knows as I chase this light of mine

Somehow I continue to shine

Through the good days and bad states

Hood girlfriends with French braids

I'm really starting to question is it me?

Only God knows my vision

And if I told you, let's keep it a secret

I'm done sayin' things for the devil to listen

Sendin' all of his demons to prevent it

In forms of people

Turn my dreams into evil

Knievel, I take the blame of all my actions

Accountabilities and all my distractions

It's time I'ma get it right

Show everybody who bet on me was right

D.A.N