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It's the blackout, got the back out
Showing my ass, engine in the glass house
in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, never throw up in the black
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a
Still with bitches out with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the spot
Re-up gang a nigga, 'Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole 'nother level, you add fame
a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the Audemar
That's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it
Behind the scenes, pull like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle a tea kettle
like the rebels
You and LV Sport on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

on my mind
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much trouble on my

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So trouble on my mind

Pharrell "get 'em", so I got 'em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally 'em
Then it ricocheted and killed the
I'm a problem cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using
my French, I'm going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch's
Mr.Lipschitz has trippin' since I mentioned Reptar's
Triceratops dick
I feel it in my gut to kill mutharfucks
As a like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bush Billy costume
On during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it's gettin' chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting' with it and Bel-Air's riches
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a

on my mind
I got trouble on my
on my mind
So trouble on my mind

on my mind
I got on my mind
on my mind
So much trouble on my

I'm a fucking walking
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked screamin' side!
With the blastin' a pair of pots
Yonkers ten milli, silly
Thinkin' that 'Preme wasn't free willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is
And tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils
It's Wolf and the

With the a hell of a buzz
Rick James said cocaine's a of a drug
Who else could put the hipsters felons and thugs
And paint a perfect of what sellin' it does?
This is for the critics, who doubted the
Two different worlds, symmetry
And this black art, see the
When you at the top of your game, you make
You'll never me

on my mind
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much trouble on my

on my mind
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much on my mind