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[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Itâs the blackout, ârari 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, ânother four up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with bitches, out with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D. had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, âYe done hit the jackpot
Whole ânother level, then you add fame
Thatâs a whole ânother devil, legit drug dealer
Thatâs a whole ânother bezel, the carbon Audemar
Thatâs a whole ânother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runninâ like the rebels, UNLV
Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas 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 âget âemâ, so I got âem
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot âem
Then it ricocheted and killed the game, Iâm a problem
Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my French, Iâm going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch lips
Mr. Lipschitz has been trippinâ
Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks
Is a must, like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Um, well, not really, itâs getting kinda chilly
Letâs hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Airâs richest
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler]
Iâm a fucking walking paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks
Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks cocked screaminâ, âWest side!â
With the speakers blastinâ a pair of Pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, youâre silly
Thinkinâ that this âpreme wasnât free, willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And fuckinâ tighter than Chad Hugoâs pupils, itâs Wolf Gang and the
[Pusha T]
With the Re-Upâs a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaineâs a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellinâ 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, youâll never finish me
[Hook]