Trouble on My Mind

It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out

Showin' my black ass engine in the glass house

Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route

Killed bin Laden, another 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 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, woo

Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto

The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle

Runnin' like the rebels, you and LV Sport shoe on a pedal

I let you niggas settle, yeah

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, 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 usin' condoms

Pardon my French, I'm goin' hard as my dick

When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch's lips

Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin'

Since I mentioned Reptar's Triceratops dinosaur dick

I feel it in my gut to kill these motherfucks

As a musk like the arm of my pits

You niggas comin' shorter than a Bush Wick Billy costume

On sale durin' Christmas in Philly

Um, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda chilly

Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies

Soaked, gettin' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's britches

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, on my mind

I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox and a really shitty rapper

In my favorite pair of socks, ironed pair of dockers

Two Glocks cocked screamin' Westside

With the speakers blastin' a pair of Pacs

Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly

Thinkin' that this 'preme wasn't free willy

The feelin' 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 hell of a buzz

Rick James said cocaine's a hell of a 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 world, 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, on my mind