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barse - issues lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, yo
i rap like i got issues with that n-gga in mirror
i don’t hear’em, i’ma k!ll’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
n-gga what the f-ck 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 sh-t anyway, man
d-mn
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 n-gga, 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 p-ssy pull up you just be ready to snap
or else you’re probably f-cked
you better duck you better run
call yo daddy tell that n-gga that he ain’t gon’ see his son
after on altercation, you’re done
that’s f-cking crazy, n-ggas 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 sh-t cool, this sh-t 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 b-rs-, the cook

[verse 2]
this sh-t cool, this sh-t dead
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga that’s what i said
since when did i turn into a n-gga so red
that even god was like “jesus is that the devil down there?”
f-ck, n-gga you are mentally f-cked
i ain’t prayed for you once
you got issues that you need to work on
like one, you’re f-cking arrogant, son
momma called you heartless
that’s an issues my son
and you’re crazy as f-ck
a psycho, guess you are one
a cynical little n-gga 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

[verse 3]
yo, i rap like i got issues with that n-gga rapper better than
half of these n-ggas rocking chains and gucci sweaters and
i don’t understand, but depression is an issue
i’m just tryna get better, man
yo, this sh-t cool, this sh-t dead
i’m a hater -n-lyzing all of the sh-t 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 sh-t cool, this sh-t 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 b-rs-, the cook

- barse lyrics

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