(Verse)
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I'm pedal to the sneaker bottom
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Black people, we were kings in Queens
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But teachers don't teach about 'em
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Get paper, boss up!
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Invest in houses, I would hug the whole hood, but I won't reach around it
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Hit one in a lil' lost city, no pieces violence
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I wanna change it and I'm down on my knees about it
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But they don't need much, they just need some ?
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Knees fallin' off, trauma heart, not to think about it
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First class, both feet up, I could knee a pilot
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Niggas chasing cash, made of smash, so I postarized it
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Why niggas with the most money talkin' most about it?
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Niggas don't wanna live lavish, but they post about it
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It don't matter what a nigga drive, but a hoe get out it
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All you niggas is my sons, and I'm post-traumatic
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(Hook x2)
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I think I have a reefa pro'lem
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I'm pedal to the sneaker bottom
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As I sit back and think about it
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I think I need a million dollars
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(Verse)
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I think I have a reefa pro'lem
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Keep the family wit me, keep the creeps from round me
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I hope I see another 24 tomorrow
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Fin' to get these lames another flow to borrow
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Self made, self payed, get wit the team
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Spit that presidential, my picture's fresher than Listerine
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Fault ass rap game, you know you're not what it seems
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Tryna balance like tight rope and on a string
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Duck and dive the phoneys like
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Mark Shine after snaps, one of the best rapper rap
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Track to track, imagine that
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Picture this and vision how motivated my mission is
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Might forget but won't forgive, gotta get it how you live
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Live it eat it breath it
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Instead of go, complete it, scramble that egg head rappers
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They career be over easy
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Cause I'm clockin' out when I wake up for breakfast
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Scratchin' rappers off my check list
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Says I'm light enough for L, I'm thinkin', oh
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(Hook x2)
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I think I have a reefa pro'lem
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I'm pedal to the sneaker bottom
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As I sit back and think about it
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I think I need a million dollars
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(Verse)
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I'm tryna live comfortably, workin' hard cause ain't nothing free
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Rollin' up some real potent weed
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And I like to be tight with freaks
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Niggas know where my ? is
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Showin' love to my people
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Take this, even tho you don't need it
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I'm just tryna be equal
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I wanna shine to see the finner things
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So don't trip off of that minor things
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And the beaver that my mind has seen
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I'll be no longer in the minor league
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I'm smoked out thinking bout it
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You can proly go read about it
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With life and all you just need a balance
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I need the money and I need it down
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So I try to be all that I am, I do all that I can
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I shout out to my fans and all my niggas that's fam
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Now that I really think about it, I'm high about all this weed I blew
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I think I got a reefa prolem, scratch that
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Man, I know I do
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(Hook x2)
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I think I have a reefa pro'lem
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I'm pedal to the sneaker bottom
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As I sit back and think about it
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I think I need a million dollars
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Problems
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Iamsu! |