A$AP Rocky - Issues lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP Rocky - Issues lyrics]
Hahaha issues
I got way too many problems
Down on the last dollar, got a rock
I don't really think you
Know about the harder
Yeah, we back in the hood
And my nigga mobbin'
Rock down, lockdown, pop up, nigga
Block down, shot down, guap up, nigga
Open up shop when the cops gone
Nigga, Macaulay Culkin momma home
Yeah, I'm home alone on the phone
On the Motarolla talkin'
Never saw when nigga
You ain't ever rolled the doja, huh?
I'ma get it and you know
It's not the soldier, huh
And your bitch, ain't she in, huh?
And the wrist lookin' frozen, uh, yeah
Got the world upon my shoulders, uh
Problems, I got problems now
I'ma hold the block down when
The cops not around
Yeah, problems, I got problems, I got issues
Issues
I got issues like a magazine and I stay clean
Fuckin' ride 'round in a limousine
Like it's dreams, 1993
I was Martin Luther King
All I had was dreams
And the motherfucking penny and a
Pocket full of lint
Sippin' on that Henny and I
Couldn't pay the rent
Ever since nigga got down, nigga flocked up
Cops ain't around, nigga, open shop up
When the cops gone and they
Let the clock bust
Hustlers on the motherfuckin' corner bop us
Got guap, guap up
I got issues, I got problems, man
I got issues, I got problems, man
Man, I got issues every fuckin' day
Momma needs some shoes and some rent to pay
Niggas actin' like it's fuckin' Heaven-sent
Lemonade, man, fuck your lemonade
Tell a bitch I got issues, man, I got issues
And pick one, which one, nigga, issues
I got problems, I got issues
Tears, no tissues, yeah
I got problems and I got issues
Things with the tissues
Walk up in my big shoes
Sleepin' on these niggas, man
You been snoozin'
Ride around, been foolin', uh uh
They been coolin' i got issues, I got issues
Pick yours, which ones, in the big shoes
When the cops not around, man, open shop up
When the cops on a nigga
Block, let the Glock bust, uh
I got issues
You can't tell what I been through
Since a little dude, I would skip school
Man, I been fresh, but I had issues
In detention, I was pimpin', tell a bitch
Tell the teacher, tell the teacher
"Go and gimme kiss"
And I missed the quiz, man
I cheated on my mans i never gave a fuck in
The hallway with my friends
I was runnin' from the fucking truancy
In the end of it's only you and me
Truth with your nigga, man
I got fuckin' problems
I ain't prayin', man, strip a
Nigga down like he naked, man
Damn, uh, issues, issues
I got way too many problems
Down on the last dollar, got a rock
I don't really think you
Know about the harder
Yeah, we back in the hood
And my nigga mobbin'
Rock down, lockdown, pop up, nigga
Block down, shot down, guap up, nigga
Open up shop when the cops gone
Nigga, Macaulay Culkin momma home
Yeah, I'm home alone on the phone
On the Motarolla talkin'
Never saw when nigga
You ain't ever rolled the doja, huh?
I'ma get it and you know
It's not the soldier, huh
And your bitch, ain't she in, huh?
And the wrist lookin' frozen, uh, yeah
Got the world upon my shoulders, uh
Problems, I got problems now
I'ma hold the block down when
The cops not around
Yeah, problems, I got problems, I got issues
Issues
I got issues like a magazine and I stay clean
Fuckin' ride 'round in a limousine
Like it's dreams, 1993
I was Martin Luther King
All I had was dreams
And the motherfucking penny and a
Pocket full of lint
Sippin' on that Henny and I
Couldn't pay the rent
Ever since nigga got down, nigga flocked up
Cops ain't around, nigga, open shop up
When the cops gone and they
Let the clock bust
Hustlers on the motherfuckin' corner bop us
Got guap, guap up
I got issues, I got problems, man
I got issues, I got problems, man
Man, I got issues every fuckin' day
Momma needs some shoes and some rent to pay
Niggas actin' like it's fuckin' Heaven-sent
Lemonade, man, fuck your lemonade
Tell a bitch I got issues, man, I got issues
And pick one, which one, nigga, issues
I got problems, I got issues
Tears, no tissues, yeah
I got problems and I got issues
Things with the tissues
Walk up in my big shoes
Sleepin' on these niggas, man
You been snoozin'
Ride around, been foolin', uh uh
They been coolin' i got issues, I got issues
Pick yours, which ones, in the big shoes
When the cops not around, man, open shop up
When the cops on a nigga
Block, let the Glock bust, uh
I got issues
You can't tell what I been through
Since a little dude, I would skip school
Man, I been fresh, but I had issues
In detention, I was pimpin', tell a bitch
Tell the teacher, tell the teacher
"Go and gimme kiss"
And I missed the quiz, man
I cheated on my mans i never gave a fuck in
The hallway with my friends
I was runnin' from the fucking truancy
In the end of it's only you and me
Truth with your nigga, man
I got fuckin' problems
I ain't prayin', man, strip a
Nigga down like he naked, man
Damn, uh, issues, issues