Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga 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,

'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too No you don't, judge me 'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too So give 'em all to me and I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory, of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve 'em

Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they nigga got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol All my Detroit niggas! All my L.A. niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up All my N.O. niggas! All my BMo niggas,

And one of them is how bad I need you 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too But you got 'em too Of all our problems No, you don't judge me 'Cause I got issues So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory

And one of them is how bad I need you 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too 'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love

(I got some issues, I know that, I can't lie) (Yeah) 'Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side ('Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side) (Yeah) I got some issues, I know that, I can't lie I got some issues that I know I can't hide (I got