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Re-Up Gang
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you it muthafucker
Yes
All I see is black roses, dealer poses
shoveling that angel up they noses
never let jail my shine into Moses
couldnt my soul with them civil rights sposes
roof, under glass like a coaster
backseat driver, slurs at the chauffeur
killian loafers, chokes her
Photo-op priceless, frame our wanted posters
the audacity, war brings
bitch have my son before I face tragedy
ugh, I hits, she orders 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 our standards at the colleges
so please dont judge me, ugh, for the
fat swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I have your looking all Captain Cruncy
the devil testing
when you chase the pussy its a sin
but if it in your lap its a blessing
as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
French, to be exact, that Balmain was
had the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we looking for
maybe if we black then we wouldnt have struggled
player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my
they cook and I
got pounds of kush in the duffle
so Im through them circles,
boy Im like Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the hook in niggas was looking
Ive some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle
dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive a couple
feds asking niggas questions but I rebuttal
cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the
a tall model broad like I took her from Russell
didnt play the I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Royal Flush, so my royal nuts
aint silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of yellow gold
exquisite ravioli some happy yellow hoes
but dont get it confused when I rap mellow flows
all my Titos 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
marijuana mountains, youre not pronouncing
three chains on, I need no bouncers
less than a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
new double-Ds in her blouses
fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent (houses)
my nigga, we houses
so many rings lost in them couches
Im a Westside lover
I leave females in my sheets and all my in a rubber
is showtime, showtime, boy
I you set the DVR
stacking money face to face, dish it, look CPR
Ye invited me a seat to sit at the
so now Im like yo ass just finished a poem
does he sound Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all money you aint
consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the
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 side of the TV muthafucker

[J.
Hey, Cole World, make way for the 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
fucking while teaching niggas to hold your sons
the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son
high as fuck with a flow and a loaded gun
never say Im than Hov, but Im the closest one
heard you for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?
yo bitch me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?
got thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavens gate, fronting you know someone
talking hard, but yall still push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still aint
it, everybody can get it
when youre this hot, everybodys a
but when youre this high everybodys a
all this mean from niggas that mean nothing
could it be my position is one that you of?
went from quarter to broke to half rich
with my bitch
and you dont want no on some math class shit
so check the genius out
fuck the World, a nut, and let my semen sprout
I that real shit is what you been fiending bout
what you been praying What you been screaming bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming