[Verse 1: Pusha T]
 It’s the blackout, ‘rari got the back out
 Showing my black [bad word]  engine in the glass house
 Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
 Kill bin Laden, never throw up in the black house
 Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
 Still trick with [bad word] with money or with [bad word] shots
 G.O.O.had room for one more, I took the last spot
 Re-up gang Ye done hit the jackpot
 Whole ‘nother level, then you add fame
 That’s a whole ‘nother devil, legit [bad word] dealer
 That’s a whole ‘nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
 That’s a whole ‘nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
 Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
 The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle [bad word]  like the rebels
 UNLV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

[Hook: Pusha T]
 Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
 Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
 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 f-ck the world but not a fan of using condoms
 Pardon my french, I’m going hard as my [bad word]  When I envision my tip on the [bad word] of [bad word] s lips
 Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin’ since I mentioned Reptar’s
 Triceratops dinosaur [bad word]  I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
 As a musk like the arm of my pits
 You [bad word] shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
 On sale during Christmas in Philly
 Uhm, well, not really, it’s gettin’ kinda chilly
 Let’s hit a couple bars and give some [bad word] wet willies
 Soaked, getting’ jiggy with it and Bel-Air’s britches
 With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
 I’m a f-cking walking paradox
 And a really [bad word] rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
 Two Glocks [bad word] screamin’ west side!
 With the speakers blastin’ a pair of pacs
 Yonkers 10 milli, you’re silly
 Thinkin’ that this ‘Preme wasn’t free willy
 The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
 And f-ckin’ tighter than Chad Hugo’s pupils
 It’s Wolf Gang and the

[Pusha T]
 With the re-up’s a helluva buzz
 Rick James said cocaine’s a helluva [bad word]  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 words, 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

[Hook]