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T-Rell You don't know what I done been through Yeah You don't know what I done been through, look Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due More money more problems, yeah I got issues More money more problems, yeah I got issues Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due More money more problems, yeah I got issues More money more problems, yeah I got issues Fuck these niggas, they don't want to see me here They'd rather see me dead, not providing for my family These niggas make diss songs all because I'm rich now Do it for attention, pussy nigga sit down These young thugs they be on my dick, remind me of my bitch On Facebook talking shit 'cause every day we lit So people let me keep it real, I did my dirt Hurt my heart to see my mama smoke work My baby mama be tripping, 'cause she see how we living She fucked up her position, let's just keep it 'bout children My lil boy got cancer, I just hugged and I kissed him I'm hustling and greeting, son every day gonna miss you SongtexteI got issues, with these bitches, I can't leave these hoes alone I got issues, wifey tripping, reading, going through my phone Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due More money more problems, yeah I got issues More money more problems, yeah I got issues Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due More money more problems, yeah I got issues More money more problems, yeah I got issues Yeah more money more problems, more cash more hoes Less time at the house, more fans more shows I'm out the mud if you know me, I'm familiar with the struggle Down bad had to scuffle, I made robbing a hustle I got my DJ so lit, I got my niggas 'dem rich Bank account like phone numbers but ain't got none for no bitch Pour out my problems with drank, order up me a kid Different cities and states but don't go nowhere without sticks Man I'm coming from shit, I went and iced out my fist quick I like blowing a bag, walk in the store, give me this Hit the yellow and itch, diamonds mwah, blow a kiss I'm like fuck your opinion, like a big bitch I'm lit Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due More money more problems, yeah I got issues More money more problems, yeah I got issues Fuck your opinion, you don't know what I done been through Don't know my struggle, put in work because my rent due More money more problems, yeah I got issues More money more problems, yeah I got issues Yeah yeah yeah yeah Aus Songtexte Mania