Problems

[Verse 1: IamSu!]
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 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
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

[Hook: IamSu!] x2
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

[Verse 2: IamSu!]
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

[Hook: IamSu!] x2
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

[Verse 3: Dave Steezy]
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

[Hook: IamSu!] x2
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