Song Lyrics

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

Jesse Iv Woodard, Sudan Ameer Williams, David Sumisaki

The duration of Problems is 4:10 minutes and seconds.