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No Issues

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Hip-Hop/Rap

No Issues was released on May 29, 2020 by Rule #1/Interscope Records as a part of the album Evergreen Wildchild 2

Song Details

AlbumEvergreen Wildchild 2

Release DateMay 29, 2020

LabelRule #1/Interscope Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM76

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Poppa

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Janarious Wheeler

Janarious Wheeler

Songwriter

Patrick Yeboah

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Peter A. Barker

Peter A. Barker

Mastering Engineer

Earl E. Washington

Earl E. Washington

Recording Engineer

KeyzMusic

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Now, bitch, let's get right back to business

They started, I'ma finish

It's just me, Quez and Leeke, we got that .40 all in Lenox

If a **** get to trippin', leave his brains right by the fitted

The hardest **** out my city, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

But I meant that bein' humble

Real rap, this ain't no mumble

PJ might drop next summer

Already picked my baby mama

Until then I'ma keep these condoms, shit with a clip

That's shaped like commas

So run up, you get stretched just like the rest who 'bout that drama

Heard the trap back open, what you need?

Molly, pills or weed?

It's just pulled up on a **** out east

JS so hot, make sure you clean

Still hit the South, that shit be sweet

On 103rd might meet a freak

Make sure she creep 'cause if it's sweet then we gon' slide

Down Moncrief

**** ain't never slide down my street

I wasn't worried, I never cared

They know my granny was sittin' right there

In that chair sayin' prayers

A **** slide then that's death

DOA knock out his breath

'Cause we got shooters 'cross these streets

And we got choppers up these stairs

And that's on God, bitch, I ain't lyin'

I can do this without even tryin'

Told them play blind 'cause they don't wanna see me shinin'

[Verse 2]

Since 2016 I been in my prime

I was stuck in them trenches but made it out

I guess that shit was perfect timing

I'm that ****, don't need the diamonds

Don't need the watch, I told them watch

I say fuck it and hit the block

I say fuck it and drop the top

You don't want the beef 'cause **** droppin'

Especially not 'bout no thot 'cause it's already gettin' hot

And she already eatin' cock in here

Bro done got his Glock in here

I say "Go," it ain't no stoppin' him

Shaquille, it ain't no blockin' him

Shit real, seen **** get killed behind Lil Pop' an' them

My brother hit the curb and make a serve

Said he got rocks on him

The early bird get the worm

So he say "Motherfuck the cops an' them"

Them youngins got Russian chops on them

Ain't never left America, I had to leave the bitch alone

She got to tweakin', talkin' marriage

And I'ma get this money and fuck on London

Ain't talkin' Paris, fuck 'em up and buy another pair

'Cause that's some shit that I don't cherish

Heard the opps want smoke like Swisher

These **** don't want no issue

Try to put a **** on the picture

It's a G on every pistol, on percs and weed, don't need no liquor

I probably never forgive 'im

So we gon' turn into a victim

Him and whoever with 'im

Just said my prayers, I'm feelin' great

Finda roll me up some weight

You know they want me to watch what I say

How many Js you smoked? Eight?

How many pills you on? 'Bout four

Finda pop four more, bitch, that's eight

Besides the bullshit, life's great

I can enter the Heaven's Gates off my face

And I'm loaded, she say pull up, I say, "Bitch, I'm on my way"

[Verse 3]

I heard that bitch home, hope she got her dick on

When they knock off her face

And we been skull ****, know these youngins around me broke

****, young and ready and hopin'

Tryna bust his head wide open

Say I'm slept on but I ain't trippin', I'ma keep grindin'

Until I'm noticed

Real is rare and I'm one of the rare, fuck-****, I'm chosen

No more errors, name another **** harder than me

In this era, bar-for-bar, fuck all the likes

Comments and shares, you ain't never look down that barrel

Make a fuck-**** tuck his tail

Pressure been applied, bond got denied

That's that shit that made you tell

But free my **** in them system

I can't wait till y'all here

Slick jumped and I missed 'im, only up from here, this our year

Ain't no **** breathin', I feel, brand-new Glock

With the extra gear, ay, Twin hot, say he tryna go get him a extra tear

I'm like, "Twin, stop," he just quiet

Don't think he a bitch 'cause he really not

For the love of Kim, these **** don't know nothing

But spin blocks

Written by: Janarious Wheeler, Patrick Yeboah

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