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It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out Showing my black ***, engine in the glass
house Started in the crack house, Obama went the
back route Kill bin Laden, 'nother four up in the black
house Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down
like a mascot Still trick with ***, out with money or
with *** shots G.O.O.D. had room for one more, I took the
last spot Re-Up Gang, P the ***, '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, you and LV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you *** settle
[Hook] Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
[Verse 2 - Tyler] Pharrell said "get 'em", so I got 'em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game, I'm a problem
Cause I wanna *** the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my French, I'm going hard as my *** When I envision my tip on the crust of ***
lips Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin' since I mentioned
Reptar Triceratops dinosaur ***
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks Is a must, like the arm of my pits
You *** coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly Um, well, not really, it's getting kinda chilly
Let'*** a couple bars and give some *** wet ***
Soaked, getting jiggy with it and Bel-Air's richest
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler] I'm a *** walking paradox
And a really *** 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 ***' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils, it's Wolf Gang and the
[Pusha T] With the Re-Up's a helluva buzz
Rick James said ***'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 worlds, 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