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Re-Up Gang
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it
Yes
All I see is black roses, drug poses
shoveling devils angel up they noses
let jail turn my shine into Moses
couldnt cleanse my soul with them rights sposes
panoramic roof, under glass a coaster
backseat driver, racial at the chauffeur
killian loafers, chokes her
Photo-op priceless, frame our wanted posters
the audacity, war casualty
bitch my son before I face that tragedy
ugh, I order hits, she orders
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower
Gone!!!

(You out problems)
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it

[Kanye
Im here, its the
bad massaging me
sometimes we our standards at the colleges
so please judge me, ugh, for the following
fat swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I have your face all Captain Cruncy
the devil stay
cause when you chase the its a sin
but if it falls in your lap its a
as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
French, to be exact, that was impressive
had the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we looking for
maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt struggled
player, all I got is trap and crooks in my huddle
they and I smuggle
got pounds of kush in the duffle
so Im running them circles,
boy Im looking Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the hook in niggas was looking
Ive tooken whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle
dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a
feds asking niggas questions but I rebuttal
Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble
with a model broad like I took her from Russell
didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the re-shuffle
Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
aint nothing silver spooned, I came the soil, bruh
but now Im off of rather yellow gold
exquisite ravioli some happy yellow hoes
but dont get it confused when I rap mellow flows
cause all my Titos got bricks a yellow road

[Big
GOOD, I do it
B.I.G. Sean Don
(But you it mutherfucker)

Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling ounces
marijuana mountains, drinks youre not
chains on, I dont need no bouncers
nothing less a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
new smashed in her blouses
fuck a hotel, my nigga we houses (houses)
my nigga, we rent
so wedding rings lost in them couches
Im a Westside lover
I leave in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber
is showtime, showtime, boy
I you set the DVR
stacking money face to face, dish it, like CPR
Ye me a seat to sit at the throne
so now Im like yo ass just finished a poem
he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all money you aint
consider yourself to see a legend before the prime
a killer before the crime, a BIG before the
greet me wit a middle when you see me
its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV

[J.
Hey, Cole World, make way for the one
what you now hear is fear in all the older ones
down played me to downgrade me like they notice son
your shoes too big too fill? I can barely my toes in em
fucking hoes while teaching to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and son
high as fuck with a cold flow and a gun
never say Im better than Hov, but Im the one
heard you looking for trouble, what, Im to run?
yo invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?
got niggas blow your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you someone
talking hard, but yall still push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still pussy
it, everybody can get it
when youre this hot, everybodys a
but when youre this high a midget
all mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing
it be my position is one that you dreamed of?
went from quarter to broke to past rich
with my badass
and you dont no problems on some math class shit
so check the genius out
the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout
I that real shit is what you been fiending bout
what you been praying for? What you screaming bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one that you dreaming bout