Bitch, I got issues Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols Bitch, I got issues Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols Yeah, rich as fuck, you know I am But some how I'm still in shoot outs with a gun that jam Caught us lacking, bullets flying, active, had us running man But you know my brothers double back, we don't do no running man Man, I'm too rich for this shit Take me away from my girlies, I can't picture it Fuck nah, that's why I can't leave without the stick At night it's under the pillow, I dream about the stick What's up with your brother? Shit, I ain't talk to Mustard I just fell back, can't let a nigga treat me like a sucka Thinking I'm just in head, you's a cold mothafucka Man, it's weird as fuck beefing with brother when you love 'em Respectfully, I'ma sip the drink and pop the Ecstasy Geekin' by thinking 'bout who in the way of my destiny Sink and deceased of the form while thinking who testing me Tweaking, I don't trust a bitch, I fucked, she laying next to me Bitch, I got issues Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols Bitch, I got issues Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols Man, leave me the fuck alone I change my number for a reason, why is you calling my phone? Your negative energy be too strong Fucking up my thinking process, bitch, I'm trying to write this song Where was we at? Okay, the homie ran off with the packs Where was we at? The homie gave his 4hunnid chain back Money and straps, I put in the hood back to back Shit got hostile back in back, homies politicking on that It's a lot on hands, y'all never understand Shit I don't even understand, I kept it solid with my man This wasn't part of my plans, this wasn't part of my plans 'Cause niggas know, keeping it solid, that shit 'part of my brand (Aye) You gotta feel me, I'm missing niggas like Nipsey In the trenches it's tricky, it get Mickey, Walt Disney This shit be too much to deal with, I could end in a quickie One in the top of the Glock, right at my head, don't tempt me Bitch, I got issues Still thuggin', they say the streets goin' get you Keep it real for too long and they goin' trick you I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols Bitch, I got issues Mo' money mo' problems, this shit difficult Ones I thought was my brothers sending mix signals I think they coming for me, I'm buying pistols