Issues
Azizi Gibson feat. Big K.R.I.T. Lyrics


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I walked into the kitchen the other day
And I said to my dad hey I'm hungry
And my dad said hi hungry I'm dad
Bought some dope shoes from a drug dealing criminal
Don't know what he laced them with
I was tripping all day
What does a vegan zombie eat
Not meat, no grains
That's correct he eats grains
Hey dad could you make me a sandwich
Poof now you're a sandwich
Here's my new outfit, how do you like it
How do I look
Are you stupid, with your eyes bitch
Hey there sport, no more funny business
I've seen this semester's grades
Honestly, I am disappointed
Did you think that this would be okay
Such a worthless excuse
And while we're at
Did you touch the thermostat
Always leaving the lights on
You've got no job
Where's my fucking money at
Son I think its time we've had the talk
When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much
They touch each other's butts
Sometimes we get carried away
We make mistakes
That was nine months before your birthday
The birds and the bees
Are you listening
I'll have you know
If it weren't for you
I'd have more power tools
Ryobi and Dewalt as far as the eye can see
Riding lawn mower, big leaf blower




And an F-550 to run you all over
Your mother and I have filed for divorce

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Issues" by Azizi Gibson feat. Big K.R.I.T. are filled with sarcastic and humorous lines, showcasing a playful and light-hearted tone. The song uses witty wordplay and absurd situations to create a comical narrative, touching on various topics such as family dynamics, fashion, academics, responsibility, and even the topic of divorce.


The opening lines of the song depict a classic dad joke, as the singer walks into the kitchen expressing hunger, and his father responds with a pun, "hi hungry I'm dad." This sets the humorous tone for the rest of the song.


The next few lines introduce a scenario where the singer bought shoes from a drug dealer, unaware of what might have been added to them. This leads to an exaggerated depiction of tripping all day, likely in a metaphorical sense rather than literal drug use.


The lyrics then transition to a comical play on the idea of a "vegan zombie" and what they would eat. The answer given is that a vegan zombie would eat grains instead of meat. This line adds an element of absurdity to the song, playing with the concept of zombies and dietary choices.


The following lines involve a conversation between the singer and their father about making a sandwich. The father's response is portrayed sarcastically, turning the singer into the sandwich itself. This can be seen as a light-hearted twist on a common request for a meal.


The song continues with humorous lines about outfits and appearances, with the singer asking how they look and being met with a sarcastic response questioning their intelligence and criticizing their eyes. These lines create a sense of playful banter and self-deprecating humor.


The lyrics then shift to a more serious tone, addressing academic performance and disappointment from the parent's perspective. The tone becomes more critical, highlighting the singer's worthlessness and lack of responsibility, including leaving lights on and not having a job or money. These lines bring a contrast to the otherwise comedic nature of the song, touching on themes of parental expectations and disappointment.


The song briefly touches on the topic of sex education, presenting it in a funny and lighthearted manner. The lines suggest that the singer's parents have a humorous approach to discussing the birds and the bees, emphasizing that mistakes can happen, leading to the singer's conception.


Towards the end, the lyrics take a playful turn as the father claims that if it weren't for the singer, they would have more power tools in their possession. This line adds another layer of humor, using a playful exaggeration to express a light-hearted frustration with parental responsibilities.


The song concludes by mentioning the filing of divorce, introducing a more serious topic. The lyrics hint at some possible underlying issues within the family dynamics, bringing a contrast to the preceding humorous lines and adding a touch of reality to the overall song.


Overall, "Issues" by Azizi Gibson feat. Big K.R.I.T. employs a mix of sarcasm, wordplay, and exaggerated scenarios to create a light-hearted and funny narrative. While some lines delve into more serious aspects of family life, the song primarily aims to entertain and amuse the listeners with its playful lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

I walked into the kitchen the other day
On a particular day, I entered the kitchen


And I said to my dad hey I'm hungry
I expressed to my father that I was feeling hungry


And my dad said hi hungry I'm dad
In a playful manner, my father responded by saying that he was 'dad'


Bought some dope shoes from a drug dealing criminal
I acquired a pair of fashionable shoes from an individual involved in illegal drug trade


Don't know what he laced them with
I am unaware of the substances added to the shoes


I was tripping all day
As a result, I experienced hallucinatory effects throughout the entire day


What does a vegan zombie eat
One may wonder about the dietary preferences of a vegan zombie


Not meat, no grains
Contrary to expectations, a vegan zombie abstains from consuming both meat and grains


That's correct he eats grains
Indeed, grains are included in the diet of a vegan zombie


Hey dad could you make me a sandwich
I politely asked my father if he could prepare a sandwich for me


Poof now you're a sandwich
Abracadabra, suddenly you have transformed into a sandwich


Here's my new outfit, how do you like it
I proudly presented my fresh ensemble and inquired about its appeal


How do I look
Tell me, what is your opinion on my appearance


Are you stupid, with your eyes bitch
My response implies that the individual is unintelligent and visually impaired


Hey there sport, no more funny business
Greetings, my child, it is time to cease engaging in humorous activities


I've seen this semester's grades
I have assessed the academic results for this particular semester


Honestly, I am disappointed
Truthfully, I feel a deep sense of dissatisfaction


Did you think that this would be okay
Was it your belief that such performance would be deemed acceptable


Such a worthless excuse
The justification provided is utterly devoid of value or merit


And while we're at
As we continue our conversation


Did you touch the thermostat
I'm inquiring whether you tampered with the temperature control device


Always leaving the lights on
You consistently neglect to turn off the lights


You've got no job
It appears that you are currently unemployed


Where's my fucking money at
I demand to know the whereabouts of the money owed to me in an explicit and forceful manner


Son I think its time we've had the talk
My child, I believe it is appropriate for us to have a serious discussion


When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much
In a situation where two parents have deep affection for one another


They touch each other's butts
They engage in intimate physical contact involving their buttocks


Sometimes we get carried away
Occasionally, our actions may become excessive or uncontrollable


We make mistakes
Errors or misjudgments are a natural part of our human experience


That was nine months before your birthday
Precisely nine months prior to the celebration of your birth


The birds and the bees
Metaphorically referring to the topic of human reproduction


Are you listening
I am inquiring whether you are paying attention


I'll have you know
Allow me to inform you


If it weren't for you
In the absence of your existence


I'd have more power tools
I would possess a greater quantity of mechanical devices


Ryobi and Dewalt as far as the eye can see
The brands Ryobi and Dewalt would extend as far as one's vision permits


Riding lawn mower, big leaf blower
I would have access to a lawnmower designed for riding and a substantial leaf-blowing apparatus


And an F-550 to run you all over
Furthermore, I would command a large truck model F-550 to drive aggressively over everyone


Your mother and I have filed for divorce
It is important for you to be aware that your mother and I have officially submitted the necessary documents to end our marriage




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Written by: Tyler Rossow, Zach McClintic

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Your story's getting old, go figure
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I'm here to remind you niggas
(I'm here to remind all of you, yeah) (I'm the Reaper)
I was sent to find you niggas
(I'm here to, here, here, here)
Here to remind you niggas
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Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego
That ballin' shit I been about since a youngin on the corner
Was in them old school cars, go creepin' by
Like I need one when I'm on it
Playin' the field, tryna come up on a mil'
Visible set with the grill
Crackin' the seal, pour this champagne till it's spilled
Tell them bitches how I feel
Nothin' gon' hold me back
Fuck them niggas never cut them slack
Numb my worth and go and double that
Never let my feelings get attached
Keep it one hundred from the start
Always get the money a la carte
Separate from the haters and the bitches
Cause I made a move, and I made it far, and I made a mark
And they devastating cause I'm elevated
Bought the section and they never made it
Red carpet, dreamin' on a hoe
See it, buy it then I let it show
Bust a band and I let it go
Bust a band and I throw some more
Want a thoroughbred for the steelo
That fell in love with my ego
Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from my my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego



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We going up up and away
Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

I wanna grow up getting guwop
Boy, I would rather die than put you on
I've worked too hard for the mula
I used to live abroad with the cool ones
I feel like a star when it's lit up
So you know there's plenty hoes in the picture
Nah, we won't tell a soul, my nigga
Your story's getting old, go figure

I was sent to find you niggas
(I was sent find all of you)
I'm here to remind you niggas
(I'm here to remind all of you, yeah) (I'm the Reaper)
I was sent to find you niggas
(I'm here to, here, here, here)
Here to remind you niggas
I'm the Reaper

Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

That ballin' shit I been about since a youngin on the corner
Was in them old school cars, go creepin' by
Like I need one when I'm on it
Playin' the field, tryna come up on a mil'
Visible set with the grill
Crackin' the seal, pour this champagne till it's spilled
Tell them bitches how I feel
Nothin' gon' hold me back
Fuck them niggas never cut them slack
Numb my worth and go and double that
Never let my feelings get attached
Keep it one hundred from the start
Always get the money a la carte
Separate from the haters and the bitches
Cause I made a move, and I made it far, and I made a mark
And they devastating cause I'm elevated
Bought the section and they never made it
Red carpet, dreamin' on a hoe
See it, buy it then I let it show
Bust a band and I let it go
Bust a band and I throw some more
Want a thoroughbred for the steelo
That fell in love with my ego

Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from my my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego



Parth Trivedi

We going up up and away
Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

I wanna grow up getting guwop
Boy, I would rather die than put you on
I've worked too hard for the mula
I used to live abroad with the cool ones
I feel like a star when it's lit up
So you know there's plenty hoes in the picture
Nah, we won't tell a soul, my nigga
Your story's getting old, go figure

I was sent to find you niggas
(I was sent find all of you)
I'm here to remind you niggas
(I'm here to remind all of you, yeah) (I'm the Reaper)
I was sent to find you niggas
(I'm here to, here, here, here)
Here to remind you niggas
I'm the Reaper

Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

That ballin' shit I been about since a youngin on the corner
Was in them old school cars, go creepin' by
Like I need one when I'm on it
Playin' the field, tryna come up on a mil'
Visible set with the grill
Crackin' the seal, pour this champagne till it's spilled
Tell them bitches how I feel
Nothin' gon' hold me back
Fuck them niggas never cut them slack
Numb my worth and go and double that
Never let my feelings get attached
Keep it one hundred from the start
Always get the money a la carte
Separate from the haters and the bitches
Cause I made a move, and I made it far, and I made a mark
And they devastating cause I'm elevated
Bought the section and they never made it
Red carpet, dreamin' on a hoe
See it, buy it then I let it show
Bust a band and I let it go
Bust a band and I throw some more
Want a thoroughbred for the steelo
That fell in love with my ego

Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from my my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego



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Only real ones know this song 🎵

Raffaele Rausa

We going up up and away
Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego
I wanna grow up getting guwop
Boy, I would rather die than put you on
I've worked too hard for the mula
I used to live abroad with the cool ones
I feel like a star when it's lit up
So you know there's plenty hoes in the picture
Nah, we won't tell a soul, my nigga
Your story's getting old, go figure
I was sent to find you niggas
(I was sent find all of you)
I'm here to remind you niggas
(I'm here to remind all of you, yeah) (I'm the Reaper)
I was sent to find you niggas
(I'm here to, here, here, here)
Here to remind you niggas
I'm the Reaper
Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego
That ballin' shit I been about since a youngin on the corner
Was in them old school cars, go creepin' by
Like I need one when I'm on it
Playin' the field, tryna come up on a mil'
Visible set with the grill
Crackin' the seal, pour this champagne till it's spilled
Tell them bitches how I feel
Nothin' gon' hold me back
Fuck them niggas never cut them slack
Numb my worth and go and double that
Never let my feelings get attached
Keep it one hundred from the start
Always get the money a la carte
Separate from the haters and the bitches
Cause I made a move, and I made it far, and I made a mark
And they devastating cause I'm elevated
Bought the section and they never made it
Red carpet, dreamin' on a hoe
See it, buy it then I let it show
Bust a band and I let it go
Bust a band and I throw some more
Want a thoroughbred for the steelo
That fell in love with my ego
Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from my my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

Baller Beatz

forever one of my favorites!!!!

420 Casanova's

We going up up and away
Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

I wanna grow up getting guwop
Boy, I would rather die than put you on
I've worked too hard for the mula
I used to live abroad with the cool ones
I feel like a star when it's lit up
So you know there's plenty hoes in the picture
Nah, we won't tell a soul, my nigga
Your story's getting old, go figure

I was sent to find you niggas
(I was sent find all of you)
I'm here to remind you niggas
(I'm here to remind all of you, yeah) (I'm the Reaper)
I was sent to find you niggas
(I'm here to, here, here, here)
Here to remind you niggas
I'm the Reaper

Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

That ballin' shit I been about since a youngin on the corner
Was in them old school cars, go creepin' by
Like I need one when I'm on it
Playin' the field, tryna come up on a mil'
Visible set with the grill
Crackin' the seal, pour this champagne till it's spilled
Tell them bitches how I feel
Nothin' gon' hold me back
Fuck them niggas never cut them slack
Numb my worth and go and double that
Never let my feelings get attached
Keep it one hundred from the start
Always get the money a la carte
Separate from the haters and the bitches
Cause I made a move, and I made it far, and I made a mark
And they devastating cause I'm elevated
Bought the section and they never made it
Red carpet, dreamin' on a hoe
See it, buy it then I let it show
Bust a band and I let it go
Bust a band and I throw some more
Want a thoroughbred for the steelo
That fell in love with my ego

Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from my my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

Brandon Clark

Its ridiculous how dope this song is.....new fan right here....and krizzle always comes correct

Parth Trivedi

We going up up and away
Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

I wanna grow up getting guwop
Boy, I would rather die than put you on
I've worked too hard for the mula
I used to live abroad with the cool ones
I feel like a star when it's lit up
So you know there's plenty hoes in the picture
Nah, we won't tell a soul, my nigga
Your story's getting old, go figure

I was sent to find you niggas
(I was sent find all of you)
I'm here to remind you niggas
(I'm here to remind all of you, yeah) (I'm the Reaper)
I was sent to find you niggas
(I'm here to, here, here, here)
Here to remind you niggas
I'm the Reaper

Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from out my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego

That ballin' shit I been about since a youngin on the corner
Was in them old school cars, go creepin' by
Like I need one when I'm on it
Playin' the field, tryna come up on a mil'
Visible set with the grill
Crackin' the seal, pour this champagne till it's spilled
Tell them bitches how I feel
Nothin' gon' hold me back
Fuck them niggas never cut them slack
Numb my worth and go and double that
Never let my feelings get attached
Keep it one hundred from the start
Always get the money a la carte
Separate from the haters and the bitches
Cause I made a move, and I made it far, and I made a mark
And they devastating cause I'm elevated
Bought the section and they never made it
Red carpet, dreamin' on a hoe
See it, buy it then I let it show
Bust a band and I let it go
Bust a band and I throw some more
Want a thoroughbred for the steelo
That fell in love with my ego

Money, ballin'
Always stylin'
Want it, got it
Okay, buy it
Cause a, riot
Nigga, quiet
Gotta try
Get the fuck from my my face
Pull up, pop up
She a starter
Don't get caught up
You a baller
Aim smarter
Keep your feet up
I'm sorry that's my motherfucking ego



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Adam Samaniego

Im a big of fan of krizzle. He did dope af, but azizi owned it with his flow

MR. PEACE ROBOT

I was sent to find this song no regrets

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C CC

One of my favorite songs by azizi

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