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It's the blackout, 'rari got the out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass
in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, never up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a
Still trick with bitches out with or with ass shots
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the spot
Re-up gang paid a nigga, 'Ye hit the jackpot
Whole level, then you add fame
That's a whole devil, legit drug dealer
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon
That's a whole 'nother metal, but keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings Gepetto
The gun steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin' the rebels
You and LV shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

on my mind
I got trouble on my
Trouble on my
So much trouble on my

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
on my mind
So much on my mind

said "get 'em", so I got 'em
Tripped on Bristol Palin I accidentally shot 'em
Then it and killed the game
I'm a problem cause I wanna fuck the but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my French, I'm going hard as my
I envision my tip on the crust of bitch's lips
Mr.Lipschitz has been trippin' since I mentioned
Triceratops dinosaur
I feel it in my gut to kill these
As a like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a wick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in
Uhm, well, not really, gettin' kinda chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet
Soaked, getting' jiggy it and Bel-Air's riches
With a bag of pills, couple and a biscuit

on my mind
I got trouble on my
on my mind
So much on my mind

Trouble on my
I got trouble on my
Trouble on my
So much on my mind

I'm a fucking walking
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked west side!
With the speakers blastin' a pair of
Yonkers ten milli, silly
Thinkin' that this 'Preme free willy
The feeling is neutral, the is youthful
And fuckin' tighter Chad Hugo's pupils
It's Gang and the

the re-up's a hell of a buzz
Rick said cocaine's a hell of a drug
Who else could put the with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it
This is for the critics, who doubted the
Two worlds, same symmetry
And this black art, see the
you at the top of your game, you make enemies
You'll finish me

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much trouble on my

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
on my mind
So much on my mind