Trouble

歌詞

[Pusha T:] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses Shoveling that devil?s angel up they noses Never let jail turn my shine into Moses Couldn?t cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters The audacity, war brings casualty Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse Gone!!! (You seek out problems) (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it motherfucker [Kanye West:] I?m here, it?s the misogyny Bad bitches massaging me Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges So please don?t judge me, ugh, for the following Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling Take of that Givenchy and let?s get raunchy I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy The devil stay testing ?cause when you chase the pussy it?s a sin But if it falls in your lap it?s a blessing Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive Had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers) [Cyhi The Prynce:] Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah Boy, we looking for trouble Maybe if we wasn?t black then we wouldn?t have struggled Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle They cook and I smuggle Got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle So I?m running through them circles, Boy I?m looking like Knuckles Look at my knuckles, got the hook in ?cause niggas was looking I?ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I?m good for a scuffle Don?t be mad I whooped your ass ?cause I?ve tooken a couple Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldn?t rebuttal ?cause I?m Jake Gyllenhaal, I?m in the hood with the bubble With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell Didn?t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts Ain?t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh But now I?m eating off of rather yellow gold Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes But don?t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows ?cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road [Big Sean:] GOOD, I do it B.I.G. Sean Don nigga (But you found it mutherfucker) Bitch I?m in, that no-smoke sec? rolling motherfucking ounces Marijuana mountains, drinks you?re not pronouncing Three chains on, I don?t need no bouncers Nothing less than a G stack?s in my trousers (Boy) New double-D?s smashed in her blouses Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses) My nigga, we rent houses So many wedding rings lost in them couches I?m just a Westside lover I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber This is showtime, showtime, boy I hope you set the DVR Stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR ?Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne So now I?m snapping like yo? ass just finished a poem Does he sound like ?Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake? Meanwhile, I?m chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain?t Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime A killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime Greet me wit a middle finger when you see me It?s cool, ?cause I can?t see yo? ass from this side of the TV muthafucker [J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one What you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones Down played me to downgrade me like they don?t notice son Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ?em Fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph?s son High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun Never say I?m better than Hov, but I?m the closest one Heard you looking for trouble, what, I?m supposed to run? Yo? bitch invited me inside her, ain?t I supposed to cum? Got niggas that?ll blow your tee off, put a hole in one Now you outside of heaven?s gate, fronting like you know someone Talking hard, but y?all still ain?t push me They say you are what you eat, and I still ain?t pussy Fuck it, everybody can get it When you?re this hot, everybody?s a critic But when you?re this high everybody?s a midget All this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of? Went from quarter to broke to half past rich With my badass bitch And you don?t want no problems on some math class shit So check the young genius out Fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout I thought that real shit is what you been fiending ?bout What you been praying for? What you been screaming ?bout? Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming ?bout