Problems

I think I got a reefer problem I'm pedal 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 lil' ass city, no peace, it's violent I wanna change it and I pray down on my knees about it But they don't need much, they just need some guidance Me fallin' off, try my hardest not to think about it First class, both feet up, I could knee the pilot Niggas chasing cash, made a smash, so I postarized it Why niggas with the least money talkin' most about it? Niggas don't wanna live lavish, rather post about it Don't matter what a nigga drive, but a hoe get out it All you niggas is my sons, and I'm post-traumatic I think I got a reefer problem I'm pedal 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 pedal 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 wit 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 payed, get wit the team Spit that presidential, my picture's fresher than Listerine Fraud ass rap game, you know it ain't what it seems Tryna balance like tight rope and on a string Duck and dodging phony's like Marshan after snaps, one of the best rap for rap Track for track, imagine that Picture this and vision how motivated my mission is Might forget but won't forgive, gotta get it how you live Live it, eat it, breath it Set a goal, complete it, scrambling egg head rappers Their career will be over easy 'Cause I'm clockin' out when I wake up for breakfast Scratchin' rappers off my check list As I'm lighting up a L, I'm thinkin', oh I think I got a reefer problem I'm pedal 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 pedal to the sneaker bottom As I sit back and think about it I think I need a million dollars I'm tryna live comfortably, workin' hard cause ain't nothing free Rollin' up some real potent weed And I like to be tucked with freaks Niggas know what my steez is Showin' 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 finner things So don't trip off of those minor things And to be real, in my mind it seem That we no longer in the minor league I'm smoked out thinking bout it You can proly go read about it What life and all you just need a balance I need the money and I need it now So I'm plotting on it I am, I do all that I can I show love to my fans and all my niggas that's fam Now that I really think about it, I'm high about all this weed I blew I think I got a reefa prolem, scratch that Man, I know I do I think I got a reefer problem I'm pedal 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 pedal to the sneaker bottom As I sit back and think about it I think I need a million dollars