[Verse 1: Pusha T]
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? 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 niggas 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 bitch's lips
Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar'sTriceratops 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
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' two pots
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
[Pusha T]
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
[Hook]

I went ahead and asked God for forgiveness
So now I'm just asking you to listen
I'm living in a World where my truth can be my lynching
Last words “f-ck you all” feel the ropes tension
I'll never compromise, in it til the powder dries
Best friends drowned in quick sand and help you cowards rise
I floss in their honor, there legacy's in bottles
Make them walk like there 30 years is right around the corner
We was all f-cking Shawna, you and E was f-cking on her
I was jealous when you both said her mouth was like piranha
Yeaugh, spend money like we print money
Buck fifty on the car, thats little dick money
The AC is forever broke, thats vent money
Cocaine snowballed from gambling my rent money
Everyday struggle get money, get the crown for
Always thinking big now they praying for downfall
Say you telling on me
Told them folks bout me
All this coke round me
Like it floats round me
Cook it down, cook it down
You know that I cook it down, cook it down
Everytime I come around.
I just bought the house
Put the pent on it
No rent couple hundred cash spent on it
Cook it down, cook it down
You that I cook it down, cook it down
Everytime I come around.Got me loooking at the crown from a birdseye view
Cause I hit the ground running from the birds I flew
No I'm standing at the top from the words I drew
Rap shit'll drive you crazy, it done drove Shine's you
Mazel tov, now I'm hotter than a Molotov
Tell Lyor I need a million for my monologues
I small price for my cocaine catalogue
Scalp the coupe like a tomahawk
Travelodge stories
I pray that you ignore me
If you can't feel the joy off a hustler in his glory
Hiding money in a wall from the first to third story
ATL, Glenridge, condo's true story
A man of everything that I say I am
A little better than the fans, hope and pray I am
We the jokers out the deck and just play my hand
Smokers getting stuck and going nuts
Like it's peter pan
Say you telling on me
Told them folks bout me
All this coke round me
Like it floats round me
Cook it down, cook it down
You know that I cook it down, cook it down
Everytime I come around.
I just bought the house
Put the pent on it
No rent couple hundred cash spent on it
Cook it down, cook it down
You that I cook it down, cook it down
Everytime I come around.