Problems

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I think i got a reefer problem

I'm pedaled to the sneaker bottom

Black people we were kings and queens

But teachers don't teach about 'em

Get paper boss up invest in houses

I would hug the whole hood

But I can't reach around it

Born in a little ass city

No peace is violence

I wanna change it

And I pray that on my niece about it

But they don't need much

They just need some guidance

Me falling off

Try my hardest not to think about it

First Class both feet up

I can need a pilot

***** chasing cash

Made a smash so I posterized it

Why ****** with the least money

Talk the most about it

****** don't wanna live lavished

Rather post about it

Don't matter what a ***** drive

Better hope get out it

All you ****** is my sons

And I'm post traumatic

I think I got a reefer problem

I'm pedaled to the sneaker bottom

As I sit back and think about it

I think I need a million dollars

I think I got a reefer problem

I'm pedaled to the sneaker bottom

As I sit back and think about it

I think I need a million dollars

I think I got a reefer problem

Keep the family with me

Keep the creeps from 'round me

I pray I see another 24 tomorrow

Finna give these lames another new flow to borrow

Self made self paid get with the team

Spit that presidential

My pictures fresher than Listerine

Fraud ass rap game

You know where they wanna seems

Trynna balance like tight rope and on a string

Duckin' dodgin' phonies like mark shine after snaps

One the best rap for rap

Track for track imagine that

Picture this

Envision how motivated my mission is

Might forget but won't forgive

Gotta get it how you live

Live it eat it breathe it

Set a goal complete it

Scramblin' egg head rappers

That could real be over easy

'Cuz I'm clocking out

When men wake up for breakfast

Scratching rappers off my checklist

As I'm lighting up an L I'm thinking

Oh

I think I got a reefer problem

I'm pedaled to the sneaker bottom

As I sit back and think about it

I think I need a million dollars

I think I got a reefer problem

I'm pedaled to the sneaker bottom

As I sit back and think about it

I think I need a million dollars

I'm just trynna live comfortably

Working hard 'cuz ain't nothing free

Rolling up some real potent ****

And i like to be tucked with freaks

****** know where my skeez is

Showing love to my people

Take this even if you don't need it

I just want us all to be equal

And want us all to see the finer things

So don't trip off those minor things

And to be real in mind let's sing

That we no longer in the minor league

I'm smoked out think about it

You gon' prolly read about us

For life and all you just need a balance

I need the money and I need it now

So I'm plottin' on it i am

I do all that I can

I show love to my fans

And all my ****** that's fam

And as i just really just think about it

I'm high off all this **** I blew

And i think I got a reefer problem

Scratch that man I know i do

I think I got a reefer problem

I'm pedaled to the sneaker bottom

As I sit back and think about it

I think I need a million dollars

I think I got a reefer problem

I'm pedaled to the sneaker bottom

As I sit back and think about it

I think I need a million dollars