[Intro: Pusha T & Kanye West]

Re-Up Gang, Pusha

Música bubble

Not looking for trouble

Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble

But you found it, motherfucker

Some shekels fe I shenks

Yes!

Just a burn up de lamb's bread

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses

Shoveling that devil's angel up they noses

Never let jail turn my Shyne into Moses

Couldn't cleanse my soul with them Civil Rights hoses

Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster

Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur

Kélian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her

Photo-op is priceless, frame our wanted posters

The audacity, war brings casualty

Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy

Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi

R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse – gone!

[Interlude: Kanye West]

Música bubble

Not looking for trouble

Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble

But you found it, motherfucker

Some shekels fe I shenks

Yeah, yeah

Just a burn up de lamb's bread

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

I miss the misogyny, bad bitches massagin' me

Sometimes, we lowered our standards at the colleges

So please don't judge me, ugh, for the following:

Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling

Take off that Givenchy and let's get raunchy

I'll have your face looking all Captain Crunch-y

The devil stay testing

'Cause when you chase the pussy, it's a sin

But if it falls in your lap, it's a blessin'

Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing

French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive

Hedi Slimane leathers– (Leathers, leathers, leathers, leathers, leathers...)

[Interlude: CyHi]

CyHi!

Yeah!

[Verse 3: CyHi]

Boy, we lookin' for trouble

Maybe if we wasn't Black, then we wouldn't have struggled

Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle

They cook and I smuggle, got 20 pounds of kush in the duffle

So I'm running through them circles, boy, I'm lookin' like Knuckles

Look at my knuckles, got the hook in, 'cause niggas was looking

I've tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dawg, I'm good for a scuffle

Don't be mad I whooped your ass, 'cause I've tooken a couple

Feds asking niggas questions, but I wouldn't rebuttal

'Cause I'm Jake Gyllenhaal, I'm in the hood with the Bubble

With a tall model broad, like I took her from Russell

Didn't play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle

Huh, royal flush, so kiss my royal nuts

Ain't nothing silver-spooned, I came from the soil, bruh

But now, I'm eatin' off of Raffaello Gold

Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes

But don't get it confused when I rap these mellow flows

'Cause all my titos got bricks like the yellow road

[Interlude: Big Sean & Kanye West]

GOOD!

I do it

Música bubble

Not looking for trouble

B-I-G, Sean Don, nigga

Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble

But you found it, motherfucker

Some shekels fe I shenks (Bitch! I'm in-)

Just a burn up de lamb's bread

[Verse 4: Big Sean]

That no-smoke sec', rolling motherfucking ounces

Marijuana mountains, drinks you're not pronouncing

Three chains on, I don't need no bouncers

Nothing less than a G stashed in my trousers (Boy)

New double Ds, smashed in her blouses

Fuck a hotel, my nigga, we rent houses (Houses)

My nigga, we rent houses (What?)

So many wedding rings lost in them couches

I'm just a West Side lover

I leave females in my sheets, and all my feelings in a rubber

This is Showtime, showtime, boy, I hope (What?) you set the DVR

Stacking money face to face, this shit look like CPR (What?)

'Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne

So now I'm snappin' like yo' ass just finished the poem

"Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?" (Drizzy Drake)

Meanwhile, I'm chillin' with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain't

Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime

A killer before the crime, a B.I.G. before the dying (Dying)

Greet me with a middle finger when you see me (See me)

It's cool, 'cause I can't see yo' ass from this side of the TV, motherfucker!

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 5: J. Cole]

Hey! Cole World, make way for the chosen one

What you now hear is puttin' fear in all the older ones

Downplayed me to downgrade me like they don't notice him

Your shoes too big to fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in 'em

Fucking hoes while teachin' niggas to hold your sons

This the rap Moses—scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son

High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun

Never say I'm better than Hov, but I'm the closest one

Heard you lookin' for trouble – what? I'm 'sposed to run?

Your bitch invited me inside her, ain't I 'sposed to come?

Got niggas that'll blow your tee off, put a hole in one

Now you outside of Heaven's gate, frontin' like you know someone

Talking hard, but y'all still ain't push me

They say you are what you eat, and I still ain't pussy

Hmm, fuck it, everybody can get it

When you're this hot, everybody's a critic

But when you're this high, everybody's a midget

All this mean-mugging from niggas that mean nothing

Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?

Went from quarter-to-broke to half-past-rich with my badass bitch

And you don't want no problems, on some math class shit

So check the young genius out

Fuck the world, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout

I thought that real shit is what you been fiending 'bout

What you been praying for, what you been screaming 'bout

Ironic, you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming 'bout