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T:]
Re-Up Gang
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it
Yes
All I see is black roses, drug dealer
shoveling that devils angel up they
never let jail turn my shine Moses
couldnt cleanse my soul with them rights sposes
roof, under glass like a coaster
backseat driver, racial at the chauffeur
loafers, Mikimoto chokes her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted
the audacity, war casualty
bitch have my son before I face that
ugh, I hits, she orders mahi
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower
Gone!!!

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

West:]
Im here, its the
bad massaging me
sometimes we our standards at the colleges
so please judge me, ugh, for the following
fat swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I have your face looking all Cruncy
the stay testing
cause when you the pussy its a sin
but if it in your lap its a blessing
soon as I got salad, I spent it all on
French, to be exact, that Balmain was
had used the main (leathers, leathers, leathers)

The Prynce:]
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we looking for
maybe if we wasnt black we wouldnt have struggled
player, all I got is trap and crooks in my huddle
cook and I smuggle
got pounds of kush in the duffle
so Im through them circles,
boy Im looking like
look at my knuckles, got the hook in cause niggas was
Ive tooken whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle
dont be mad I whooped your ass Ive tooken a couple
feds niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal
cause Im Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble
with a tall model broad I took her from Russell
play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Royal Flush, so kiss my nuts
aint nothing silver spooned, I from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather gold
exquisite ravioli some happy yellow hoes
but dont get it confused I rap these mellow flows
cause all my Titos got like a yellow road

Sean:]
GOOD, I do it
B.I.G. Sean Don
(But you it mutherfucker)

Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking
marijuana mountains, drinks not pronouncing
three on, I dont need no bouncers
nothing less than a G in my trousers
(Boy)
new double-Ds smashed in her
a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)
my nigga, we houses
so many wedding rings lost in them
Im a Westside lover
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, like CPR
Ye invited me a to sit at the throne
so now Im snapping yo ass just finished a poem
does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all money you aint
yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime
a killer before the crime, a BIG the Dime
greet me wit a middle finger you see me
its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from this side of the TV

[J.
Hey, Cole World, way for the chosen one
what you now hear is putting fear in all the ones
down played me to downgrade me they dont notice son
your shoes too big too I can barely squeeze my toes in em
fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold sons
this the rap Moses, that, Mary and Josephs son
high as fuck with a cold 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 invited me inside her, I supposed to cum?
got niggas thatll your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heavens gate, 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 this hot, everybodys a critic
but youre this high everybodys a midget
all this mean mugging from niggas mean nothing
could it be my is one that you dreamed of?
went from quarter to broke to half past
with my bitch
and you dont want no problems on some class shit
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 for? What you been screaming bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one you been dreaming bout