Decisions & Issues

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Patty Millz

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Back in the booth one time
Check that shit, check, check
Oh shit I'm the only one in here
Lets go, lets get it

I got too many decisions, I got too many decisions, yeah

I got too many decisions, like am I gon' lose it or win it?
I started the race ima finish, feignin' for riches I'm scratchin' I'm itchin'
Woke up to a bag, went to sleep in the trenches
Still thinkin' back, to them roaches on dishes
I call up my shoota I know he wont miss you
He got 30 shots I know he gon' swish em

You got an issue I ride with a pistol that AR speaks facts, I call that shit missiles
I keep me a strap, no I don't get physical
And I speak facts, I barely get lyrical
She throw it back even though that she feelin' you
12 on my back and they call me a criminal, call it subliminal
I don't get deep got to keep it all minimal, if that boy run up they comin' like Seminoles
(Uh, yeah)
Walk with a chip cause I'm comin for cheese, don't say RIP he ain't resting in peace
Wipe that boy nose he can't sneeze in his sleep
Feel like I'm chose but don't bow down to me
Feelin so froze so I'm spittin' this heat
From the bottom I rose to the top of the tree
My branches they grow but I didn't plant no seed

(Yeah, yeah)
I got decisions and issues, I know my shoota wont miss you
And we some dogs like Pitbull's
Yeah his money short like shiatzu (uh)
Pussy boy copy like stencil (uh)
Keep the led on me no pencil, shoot for the top what I'm finna do
(Yeah, yeah)
I got decisions and issues, I know my shoota wont miss you
And we some dogs like Pitbull's
Yeah his money short like shiatzu (uh)
Pussy boy copy like stencil (uh)
Keep the led on me no pencil, shoot for the top what I'm finna do
(Yeah, yeah)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, Patty he feel like the great
Don't run with no rats, I slither with snakes
He moving them packs but he workin' for jakes
He got a toe tag cause I don't make mistakes
My shoota don't brag and you know he don't pray
I give em a bag and he do what I say
Shit is so sad on his deathbed he lay
(Haaa)
Feelin' so heartless, lay that boy down on the carpet
His body in a bag like the garbage, tried to tell him not to start it
Bitch I'm so high like a Martian, and my gang like the Spartans
He want the beef ima start it, lit like a bic ima spark it
(Yeah)
Spark it right up, turn up the heat till they say its enough
500 degrees then I'm callin' his bluff, decisions on me we gon' get him or what?
I got these issues so nina I tuck, try to run up then you testin' your luck
Hand full of Kings I don't fold, I don't bluff
Took all his chips but that shit ain't enough
(Yeah)

I got decisions and issues, I know my shoota wont miss you
And we some dogs like Pitbull's
Yeah his money short like shiatzu (uh)
Pussy boy copy like stencil (uh)
Keep the led on me no pencil, shoot for the top what I'm finna do
(Yeah, yeah)
I got decisions and issues, I know my shoota wont miss you
And we some dogs like Pitbull's
Yeah his money short like shiatzu (uh)
Pussy boy copy like stencil (uh)
Keep the led on me no pencil, shoot for the top what I'm finna do
(Yeah, yeah)

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