It?s the blackout, ?rari got the back outShowing my black ass, engine in the glass houseStarted in the crack house, Obama went the back routeKill bin Laden, never throw up in the black houseStill got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascotStill trick with bitchesout with money or with ass shotsG.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spotRe-up gang Ye done hit the jackpotWhole ?nother level, then you add fameThat?s a whole ?nother devil, legit drug dealerThat?s a whole ?nother bezel, the carbon AudemarThat?s a whole ?nother metal, but still keep it ghettoBehind the scenes, pull strings like GepettoThe gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettleRunnin? like the rebelsUnlv Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settleTrouble on my mindI got trouble on my mindTrouble on my mindSo much trouble on my mindPharrell said ?get ?em?, so I got ?emTripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot ?emThen it ricocheted and killed the gameI?m a problem cause I wanna f-ck the worldbut not a fan of using condomsPardon my french, I?m going hard as my dickWhen I envision my tip on the crust of bitch?s lipsMr. Lipschutz has been trippin? since I mentioned Reptar?sTriceratops dinosaur dickI feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cksAs a musk like the arm of my pitsYou niggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costumeOn sale during Christmas in PhillyUhm, well, not really, it?s gettin? kinda chillyLet?s hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet williesSoaked, getting? jiggy with it and Bel-Air?s britchesWith a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuitI?m a f-cking walking paradoxAnd a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socksironed pair of dockersTwo Glocks cocked screamin? west side!With the speakers blastin? a pair of pacsYonkers 10 milli, you?re sillyThinkin? that this ?Preme wasn?t free willyThe feeling is neutral, the gang is youthfulAnd f-ckin? tighter than Chad Hugo?s pupilsIt?s Wolf Gang and theWith the re-up?s a helluva buzzRick James said cocaine?s a helluva drugWho else could put the hipsters with felons and thugsAnd paint a perfect picture of what sellin? it does?This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistryTwo different words, same symmetryAnd this black art, see the wizardryWhen you at the top of your game, you make enemiesYou?ll never finish me
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Trouble On My Mind (Feat. Pusha T)Tyler, The Creator
It?s the blackout, ?rari got the back out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, never throw up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with bitchesout with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole ?nother level, then you add fame
That?s a whole ?nother devil, legit drug dealer
That?s a whole ?nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
That?s a whole ?nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin? like the rebels
Unlv Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
Pharrell said ?get ?em?, so I got ?em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot ?em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game
I?m a problem cause I wanna f-ck the world
but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my french, I?m going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch?s lips
Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin? since I mentioned Reptar?s
Triceratops dinosaur dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
As a musk like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it?s gettin? kinda chilly
Let?s hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting? jiggy with it and Bel-Air?s britches
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
I?m a f-cking walking paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks
ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked screamin? west side!
With the speakers blastin? a pair of pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, you?re silly
Thinkin? that this ?Preme wasn?t free willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And f-ckin? tighter than Chad Hugo?s pupils
It?s Wolf Gang and the
With the re-up?s a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaine?s a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellin? it does?
This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
Two different words, same symmetry
And this black art, see the wizardry
When you at the top of your game, you make enemies
You?ll never finish me
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