Trouble On My Mind

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, 'nother 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
 GOOD had room for one more, I took the last spot
 Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, 'Ye 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, UNLV
 Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle (yuugh!)
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 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 fuck 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 lips
 Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin'
 Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick
 I feel it in my gut to kill these motherfuckers
 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, it's getting kinda chilly
 Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
 Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Air's richest
 With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 I'm a fucking 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' a pair of Pacs
 Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
 Thinkin' that this 'preme wasn't free, willy
 The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
 And fuckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils, it's Wolf Gang and the
 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 worlds, 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
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 
 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, 'nother 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
 GOOD had room for one more, I took the last spot
 Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, 'Ye 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, UNLV
 Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle (yuugh!)
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 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 fuck 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 lips
 Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin'
 Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick
 I feel it in my gut to kill these motherfuckers
 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, it's getting kinda chilly
 Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
 Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Air's richest
 With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 I'm a fucking 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' a pair of Pacs
 Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
 Thinkin' that this 'preme wasn't free, willy
 The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
 And fuckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils, it's Wolf Gang and the
 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 worlds, 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
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind