Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Problems , by - Iamsu!. Release date: 10.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Problems |
| I’m pedal to the sneaker bottom |
| Black people, we were kings in Queens |
| But teachers don’t teach about 'em |
| Get paper, boss up! |
| Invest in houses, I would hug the whole hood, but I won’t reach around it |
| Hit one in a lil' lost city, no pieces violence |
| I wanna change it and I’m down on my knees about it |
| But they don’t need much, they just need some? |
| Knees fallin' off, trauma heart, not to think about it |
| First class, both feet up, I could knee a pilot |
| Niggas chasing cash, made of smash, so I postarized it |
| Why niggas with the most money talkin' most about it? |
| Niggas don’t wanna live lavish, but they post about it |
| 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 have a reefa pro’lem |
| 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 have a reefa pro’lem |
| Keep the family wit me, keep the creeps from round me |
| I hope I see another 24 tomorrow |
| Fin' to get these lames another flow to borrow |
| Self made, self payed, get wit the team |
| Spit that presidential, my picture’s fresher than Listerine |
| Fault ass rap game, you know you’re not what it seems |
| Tryna balance like tight rope and on a string |
| Duck and dive the phoneys like |
| Mark Shine after snaps, one of the best rapper rap |
| Track to 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 |
| Instead of go, complete it, scramble that egg head rappers |
| They career be over easy |
| Cause I’m clockin' out when I wake up for breakfast |
| Scratchin' rappers off my check list |
| Says I’m light enough for L, I’m thinkin', oh |
| I think I have a reefa pro’lem |
| 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 tight with freaks |
| Niggas know where my? |
| is |
| Showin' love to my people |
| Take this, even tho you don’t need it |
| I’m just tryna be equal |
| I wanna shine to see the finner things |
| So don’t trip off of that minor things |
| And the beaver that my mind has seen |
| I’ll be no longer in the minor league |
| I’m smoked out thinking bout it |
| You can proly go read about it |
| With life and all you just need a balance |
| I need the money and I need it down |
| So I try to be all that I am, I do all that I can |
| I shout out 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 have a reefa pro’lem |
| I’m pedal to the sneaker bottom |
| As I sit back and think about it |
| I think I need a million dollars |