Problems

[Verse 1: IamSu!] 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

Problems, problems, problems all day long Will my problems work out right or wrong My baby don't like anything I do My teacher seems to feel the same way too Worries, worries pile up on my head Woe is me I should have stayed in bed Can't get the car

i live in a frequency where action rules that God is me in the war against my body in the poetry of poverty cuz it's the rich ones who really make it cuz it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it they feel fine they feel fine check out complain

I am breathing, It is easy, If you can not, Do any greater, Coming over, Undercover, How Can I know? What do you know? V Low is king, Ain't listenin Got a problem? Wants to be gone, Same as before, Left it to me, Green wet valley, V Low is free. (x3)

If you're havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one Tip my hat to the sun in the west Feel the beat right in my chest At the crossroads a second time Make the devil change his mind. Its a pound of flesh but i