Lyrics Problems - Iamsu!, Dave Steezy

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