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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 that angel up they noses
never let jail turn my into Moses
couldnt cleanse my soul with them civil rights
panoramic roof, under glass like a
backseat driver, slurs at the chauffeur
killian loafers, Mikimoto her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted
the audacity, war brings
bitch have my son I face that tragedy
ugh, I order hits, she mahi
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the posse
Gone!!!

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

[Kanye
Im here, its the
bad bitches me
sometimes we lowered our standards at the
so dont judge me, ugh, for the following
fat swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of that Givenchy and 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
soon as I got salad, I it all on dressing
French, to be exact, that Balmain was
had used the main (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we for trouble
maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have
player, all I got is trap niggas and in my huddle
they and I smuggle
got twenty of kush in the duffle
so Im running them circles,
boy Im like Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the hook in niggas was looking
Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im for a scuffle
dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive a couple
asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal
cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the with the bubble
with a tall model broad like I her from Russell
didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer
Royal Flush, so kiss my royal
aint silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather gold
ravioli with some happy yellow hoes
but dont get it confused when I rap these mellow
cause all my got bricks like a yellow road

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

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

[J.
Hey, World, make way for the chosen one
what you now hear is putting in all the older ones
played me to downgrade me like they dont notice son
your shoes too big too I can barely squeeze my toes in em
hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, scratch that, and Josephs son
high as fuck a cold flow and a loaded gun
say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one
heard you looking for trouble, what, Im to run?
yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I to cum?
got niggas blow your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of gate, fronting like you know someone
talking hard, but yall still push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still aint
fuck it, can get it
when youre this hot, a critic
but when this high everybodys a midget
all this mugging from niggas that mean nothing
could it be my position is one you dreamed of?
went from quarter to broke to half rich
my badass bitch
and you dont want no problems on some math class
so the young genius out
fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen
I thought that shit is what you been fiending bout
what you been praying for? you been screaming bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one you been dreaming bout