Issues

[Intro: T-Rell]

T-Rell

You don't know what I done been through

Yeah

You don't know what I done been through, look

[Chorus: T-Rell]

Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through

Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through

Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 1: T-Rell]

Fuck these niggas, they don't want to see me here

They'd rather see me dead, not providing for my family

These niggas make diss songs all because I'm rich now

Do it for attention, pussy nigga sit down

These young thugs they be on my dick, remind me of my bitch

On Facebook talking shit 'cause every day we lit

So people let me keep it real, I did my dirt

Hurt my heart to see my mama smoke work

My baby mama be tripping, 'cause she see how we living

She fucked up her position, let's just keep it 'bout children

My lil boy got cancer, I just hugged and I kissed him

I'm hustling and greeting, son every day gonna miss you

I got issues, with these bitches, I can't leave these hoes alone

I got issues, wifey tripping, reading, going through my phone

[Chorus: T-Rell]

Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through

Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through

Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]

Yeah more money more problems, more cash more hoes

Less time at the house, more fans more shows

I'm out the mud if you know me, I'm familiar with the struggle

Down bad had to scuffle, I made robbing a hustle

I got my DJ so lit, I got my niggas 'dem rich

Bank account like phone numbers but ain't got none for no bitch

Pour out my problems with drank, order up me a kid

Different cities and states but don't go nowhere without sticks

Man I'm coming from shit, I went and iced out my fist quick

I like blowing a bag, walk in the store, give me this

Hit the yellow and itch, diamonds mwah, blow a kiss

I'm like fuck your opinion, like a big bitch I'm lit

[Chorus: T-Rell]

Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through

Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through

Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

More money more problems, yeah I got issues

Yeah yeah yeah yeah