Wretch 32 – Issues (2015) | Track profile | Dork

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Issues

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]

Doing this for Poppy and Buckhead

B the first nigga that I saw without a budget

Little sister saying fuck it

My little brudda saying fuck it

They'd rather leave their fate in front of judges

Didn't I teach you how to be the next stunners?

Didn't I teach you how to kill the whole summer?

Didn't you see me turn words into numbers?

Tasmanian devils tryna be the Roadrunners

But I love 'em

Got my mum moving stubborn

I guess being black and white's their true colours

'Cause where I'm from, most of our parents are redundant

Small family, I had to pair up both my cousins

If the shoe fits, you've gotta wear 'em 'til there's bunions

Cuh you ain't been to London 'til you've been inside the dungeon

Yeah

[Verse 2: Avelino]

Yeah

Crazy how my drive drive me crazy

My home was mental when my cousin tried to kill me

Now he's in a mental home, kind of crazy

Like my bird, man, she wants a baby

She want a BM, I want a Mercedes

Either way, she's whipped to a '90s baby

Wavy

Who the fuck wants issues?

My nigga never missing your nigga, it never miss you

Who the fuck want pistols?

Shoot for stars, shoot the bloodclart missile

Yeah, I swear down

My nigga what's mine was yours, it's theirs now

We came so far, our thrones are just chairs now

I'm firing shots at the bar, I've got bare rounds

And I'm fucking wavy

F-f-f-fucking wavy

[Chorus: Loick Essien]

None of these niggas are on my level

I'm tryna flood the Rollie with the presidential bezel

This is my come-up, this is my come-up

Keep it so dungeon, oh, I am so London

This is a one-of-one, oh, there is no other

You're only fucking a nigga 'cause he's bought you some Balmain

Looking for the money and the women, nigga, yeah, we want the whole thing

I've been OT on my uno

I've been spending this money all on my uno

Getting money, how the fuck would you know?

I've been OT on my uno

[Verse 3: Hurricane Hunt]

I was OT on my Jones

In the 15 with me and my bros

Top down in the winter, too grown

Move rocks, got bands, that's a rolling stone

True say, man have always been about, I don't ever stop

The gyal you running down, type of gyal I be sending shop

Down the lab to buy, when I buss, she be getting off

You can have a thousand Gs with you and still get a box

Yeah, and that's some new ish

You niggas sitting on the block don't ever do ish

She says the beat mad, and that my music

She said I changed, I said I don't wanna lose it

'Cause nowadays we switch side for colours like a Rubik's

In the booth or the trap, man, I do bits

I take the piss, plus I never give two shits

Pass me the glove, I don't care if the shoe fits, Hurra

[Chorus: Loick Essien]

None of these niggas are on my level

I'm tryna flood the Rollie with the presidential bezel

This is my come-up, this is my come-up

Keep it so dungeon, oh, I am so London

This is a one-of-one, oh, there is no other

You're only fucking a nigga 'cause he's bought you some Balmain

Looking for the money and the women, nigga, yeah, we want the whole thing

I've been OT on my uno

I've been spending this money all on my uno

Getting money, how the fuck would you know?

I've been OT on my uno

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