Issues by Barse Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
I rap like I got issues with that nigga in mirror
I don't hear'em, I'ma kill'em
I'ma make'em live his life in fear
Thinking clearly cuz of lack of a bottle
Pushing work so I could buy a model
Looking like his momma need to call'em
Nigga what the fuck she say when you answered?
Why you frownin' like you got the news
Like you got cancer
Like all yo shows just got canceled
You ain't booking shit anyway, man
Damn
You ain't grippin' the handle
Nah you ain't squeezing the trigger
Y'all ain't rappin' like you got the intentions of getting bigger
I'm a nigga, no explaining the anger
I'm in danger of gettin' shot by a stranger
That's the life that we live
It's basic buy you a strap
And if a pussy pull up you just be ready to snap
Or else you're probably fucked
You better duck you better run
Call yo daddy tell that nigga that he ain't gon' see his son
After on altercation, you're done
That's fucking crazy, niggas out here fugazi
And it's the homie's and them lately
So I ain't trusting them lately
I've been all up in my zone just zoning out in the matrix
I've been all up in my head just tryna see if I'll make it
Yo
[Hook 2x]
This shit cool, this shit dead
I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead
Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book
I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook
[Verse 2]
This shit cool, this shit dead
I don't give a fuck nigga that's what I said
Since when did I turn into a nigga so red
That even God was like "Jesus is that the Devil down there?"
Fuck, nigga you are mentally fucked
I ain't prayed for you once
You got issues that you need to work on
Like one, you're fucking arrogant, son
Momma called you heartless
That's an issues my son
And you're crazy as fuck
A psycho, guess you are one
A cynical little nigga with no diploma and such
And you're smart but you got issues
You're a narcissist too
And your voice is annoying but you're a rapper, my dude?
Yo
[Hook 2x]
This shit cool, this shit dead
I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead
Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book
I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook
[Verse 3]
Yo, I rap like I got issues with that nigga rapper better than
Half of these niggas rocking chains and Gucci sweaters and
I don't understand, but depression is an issue
I'm just tryna get better, man
Yo, this shit cool, this shit dead
I'm a hater analyzing all of the shit in my head
And it ain't smelling so good
And you ain't looking to good
And you got issues with yo weight like you ain't eating too good, God
[Hook]
This shit cool, this shit dead
I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead
Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book
I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook
Yo, yo
I rap like I got issues with that nigga in mirror
I don't hear'em, I'ma kill'em
I'ma make'em live his life in fear
Thinking clearly cuz of lack of a bottle
Pushing work so I could buy a model
Looking like his momma need to call'em
Nigga what the fuck she say when you answered?
Why you frownin' like you got the news
Like you got cancer
Like all yo shows just got canceled
You ain't booking shit anyway, man
Damn
You ain't grippin' the handle
Nah you ain't squeezing the trigger
Y'all ain't rappin' like you got the intentions of getting bigger
I'm a nigga, no explaining the anger
I'm in danger of gettin' shot by a stranger
That's the life that we live
It's basic buy you a strap
And if a pussy pull up you just be ready to snap
Or else you're probably fucked
You better duck you better run
Call yo daddy tell that nigga that he ain't gon' see his son
After on altercation, you're done
That's fucking crazy, niggas out here fugazi
And it's the homie's and them lately
So I ain't trusting them lately
I've been all up in my zone just zoning out in the matrix
I've been all up in my head just tryna see if I'll make it
Yo
[Hook 2x]
This shit cool, this shit dead
I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead
Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book
I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook
[Verse 2]
This shit cool, this shit dead
I don't give a fuck nigga that's what I said
Since when did I turn into a nigga so red
That even God was like "Jesus is that the Devil down there?"
Fuck, nigga you are mentally fucked
I ain't prayed for you once
You got issues that you need to work on
Like one, you're fucking arrogant, son
Momma called you heartless
That's an issues my son
And you're crazy as fuck
A psycho, guess you are one
A cynical little nigga with no diploma and such
And you're smart but you got issues
You're a narcissist too
And your voice is annoying but you're a rapper, my dude?
Yo
[Hook 2x]
This shit cool, this shit dead
I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead
Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book
I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook
[Verse 3]
Yo, I rap like I got issues with that nigga rapper better than
Half of these niggas rocking chains and Gucci sweaters and
I don't understand, but depression is an issue
I'm just tryna get better, man
Yo, this shit cool, this shit dead
I'm a hater analyzing all of the shit in my head
And it ain't smelling so good
And you ain't looking to good
And you got issues with yo weight like you ain't eating too good, God
[Hook]
This shit cool, this shit dead
I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead
Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book
I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook