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, 'nother four up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with [bad word]  out with money or with [bad word] shots
GOOD had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-Up Gang, P the [bad word]  '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] #39; like the rebels, UNLV
Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

[Hook x2]
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 [bad word] 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] lips
Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin'
Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur [bad word] 
I feel it in my gut to kill these [bad word] 
Is a must, like the arm of my pits
You [bad word] shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Um, well, not really, it's getting kinda chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and give some [bad word] wet willies
Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Air's richest
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm a [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39; 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 worlds, 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]