Uh uh uh

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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

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 seems
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

Oh

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

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 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