[Refrain:]
[Steel Pulse:]
Music a bubble, not looking for trouble,
Some shekels fi I shenks,
Just a burn up di lambsbread.
[Kanye West:]
But you found it, mothafucka!
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Re-Up Gang Pusha!
All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses,
Shovelin' 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,
Kilian 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,
I order hits, she orders mahi,
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse!
Gone.
[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, uh, for the following:
Fat bitches swallowin', skinny bitches modelin'.
Take off that Givenchy and let's get raunchy,
I have your face lookin' all Captain Crunchy.
The devil stay testin', 'cause when you chase the pussy it's a sin,
But if it falls in your lap, it's a blessing.
Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing,
French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive,
Hedi Slimane leathers.
[Verse 3: Cyhi the Prynce]
Cyhi! Yeah!
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 twenty pounds of kush in the duffle.
So I'm runnin' through them circles, boy, I'm lookin' like Knuckles,
Look at my knuckles, got the hook in, 'cause niggas was lookin'.
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 askin' 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 reshuffle,
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 Raphael 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.
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
G.O.O.D., I do it. B.I.G. Sean Don, nigga!
I'm, in, that no-smoke sec rollin' mothafuckin' ounces,
Marijuana mountains, drinks you're not pronouncin',
Three chains on, I don't need no bouncers,
Nothing less than a G-stack's in my trousers.
New double D's smashed in her blouses,
Fuck a hotel, my nigga, we rent houses,
My nigga, we rent houses,
So many wedding rings lost in them couches.
I'm just a Westside lover,
I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber,
This is showtime, showtime, boy, I hope you set the DVR,
Stackin' money face to face, this shit look like CPR.
Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne,
So now I'm snappin' like yo ass just finished a poem,
Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
Meanwhile, I'm chillin' with all these niggas, countin' 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,
Greet me with a middle finger when you see me,
It's cool, 'cause I can't see yo ass from this side of the TV, mothafucka!
[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 son,
Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em.
Fuckin' 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?
Yo bitch invited me inside her, ain't I supposed 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.
Talkin' hard, but y'all still ain't push me,
They say you are what you eat, and I still ain't pussy.
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 fiendin' 'bout,
What you been prayin' for? What you been screamin' 'bout?
Ironic, you been sleepin' on the one that you been dreamin' 'bout.