IamSu!, Dave Steezy - Problems lyrics
[IamSu!, Dave Steezy - Problems lyrics]
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
Nigga chasing cash
Made a smash so I posterized it
Why niggas with the least money talk the
Most about it niggas don't wanna
Live lavished rather post about it don't
Matter what a nigga drive
Better hope get out it
All you niggas 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
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 see
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
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 weed
And i like to be tucked with freaks
Niggas 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 niggas that's fam
And as i just really just think about it
I'm high, off all this weed 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'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
Nigga chasing cash
Made a smash so I posterized it
Why niggas with the least money talk the
Most about it niggas don't wanna
Live lavished rather post about it don't
Matter what a nigga drive
Better hope get out it
All you niggas 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
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 see
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
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 weed
And i like to be tucked with freaks
Niggas 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 niggas that's fam
And as i just really just think about it
I'm high, off all this weed 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