looking for trouble

re-up gang pusha

but you found it muthafucker

yes

all i see is black roses

drug dealer poses

shoveling that devil's angel up they noses

never let jail turn my shine into moses

couldn't cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes

panoramic roof

under glass like a coaster

backseat driver

racial slurs at the chauffeur

killian loafers

mikimoto chokes her

photo-op this 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!

but you found it motherfucker

i'm here

it's the misogyny

bad bitches massaging 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 of that givenchy and let's get raunchy

i have your face looking all captain cruncy

the devil stay testing

'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

had used the main leathers

cyhi

cyhi

yeah

boy

we looking 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 running through them circles

boy i'm looking like knuckles

look at my knuckles

got the hook in 'cause niggas was looking

i've tooken some whoopings

so trust me

dog 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

royal flush

so kiss my royal nuts

ain't nothing silver spooned

i came from the soil

bruh

but now i'm eating off of rather yellow 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 a yellow road

good

i do it

b.i.g. sean don nigga

bitch

i'm in

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 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

stacking money face to face

dish it

look like cpr

'ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne

so now i'm snapping like yo' ass just finished a poem

does he sound like 'ye

jay

or drizzy drake?

meanwhile

i'm chilling 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 big before the dime

greet me wit a middle finger when you see me

it's cool

'cause i can't see yo' ass from this side of the tv muthafucker

hey

cole world

make way for the chosen one

what you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones

down played me to downgrade me like they don't notice son

your shoes too big too fill? i can barely squeeze my toes in 'em

fucking hoes while teaching 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 looking for trouble

what

i'm supposed to run?

yo' bitch invited me inside her

ain't i supposed to cum?

got niggas that'll blow your tee off

put a hole in one

now you outside of heaven's gate

fronting 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

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