[Verse 1: Pusha T]
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, never throw up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot

Still trick with b-tchesout with money or with $$# shots
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang? 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 n-ggas settle


[Hook: Pusha T]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind

Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind


[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
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 b-tch'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 n-ggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume

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