Problems

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I think i got a reefer problem
Im pedaled to the sneaker bottom
Black people we were kings and queens
But teachers dont teach about em
Get paper boss up invest in houses
I would hug the whole hood
But I cant 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 dont 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
****** dont wanna live lavished
Rather post about it
Dont matter what a ***** drive
Better hope get out it
All you ***** * is my sons
And Im post traumatic
I think I got a reefer problem
Im 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
Im 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 wont 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 Im clocking out
When men wake up for breakfast
Scratching rappers off my checklist
As Im lighting up an L Im thinking
Oh
I think I got a reefer problem
Im 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
Im pedaled to the sneaker bottom
As I sit back and think about it
I think I need a million dollars
Im just trynna live comfortably
Working hard cuz aint 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 dont need it
I just want us all to be equal
And want us all to see the finer things
So dont trip off those minor things
And to be real in mind lets sing
That we no longer in the minor league
Im 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 Im plottin on it i am
I do all that I can
I show love to my fans
And all my ****** thats fam
And as i just really just think about it
Im 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
Im 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
Im pedaled to the sneaker bottom
As I sit back and think about it
I think I need a million dollars