Lyrics “Issues” – Meek Mill
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
N*gga icy like it’s hockey, and I’m playin’ with them sticks
He don’t like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
N*gga threw a shot and missed me, threw ’em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house
F*ckin’ famous bi*ches in my trap house
My main bi*ch fight my side bi*ch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out
What you doin’.. Gettin’ paid, young ni*ga
How you in the mob.. ‘Cause I’m made, young ni*ga
Say you need a job, come my way, young ni*ga
And if I point ’em out, better spray them ni*gas, bop!
I’m a bad influence
Talkin’ money and I speak it fluent
Paid a couple mil’ then went boom
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah
Woo, amen, amen, amen
Yeah I knew it, hatin’ on me, yeah I knew it
Come down to that check, I’m like Nike, I just do it
Boy I must be poppin’, they keep poppin’ up with rumors
Where and who I’m poppin’, what I’m coppin’, who I’m screwin’
What you doin’.. Wait a minute, gettin’ paid
She said, “Meek you know my worth and what’s his name”
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame
Don’t you ever bring that f*ckboy up again
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bi*ch ’cause I got issues
Young rich ni*ga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)
Hangin’ by the rope like some dope
Pretty hoe, deep throat ’til she choke
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat
N*ggas tryna run my way, let ’em float
Put my young bull on the chain ’cause I miss Snupe
f*ck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe
I can’t ever tell a bi*ch, “I miss you”
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you
Kiss and tell, f*ck you good, hit you well
I just made like 20 M’s, they say it’s an L
N*ggas prayin’ that I fall and I wish ’em well
bi*ch you crazy, I’m too wavy, I’m like Biggavel’
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bi*ch ’cause I got issues
Young rich ni*ga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles
Hit ’em with finesse, kill ’em with success
N*gga lookin’ broke, give them ni*gas stress
Don’t do some shit you know that you gon’ regret
Reachin’ for my neck, that’ll get you stretched
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bi*ch ’cause I got issues
Young rich ni*ga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles…
