The Hit Factory Criteria, Miami, FL - Trouble on My Mind lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] It's the blackout, 'Rari got the back out Showing my black a**, engine in the gla** house Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route k** bin Laden, 'nother four up in the black house Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot Still trick with b**hes, out with money or with a** shots GOOD had room for one more, I took the last spot Re-Up Gang, P the n***a, 'Ye done hit the jackpot Whole 'nother level, then you add fame That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug 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 Runnin' like the rebels, UNLV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you n***as settle [Hook: Pusha T] Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind 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 k**ed the game, I'm a problem Cause I wanna f** the world but not a fan of using condoms Pardon my French, I'm going hard as my dick When I envision my tip on the crust of b**h lips Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin' Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick I feel it in my gut to k** these muthaf**s Is a must, like the arm of my pits You n***as coming 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 b**hes wet willies Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Air's richest With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit [Hook: Pusha T] Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] I'm a f**ing walking paradox And a really sh**ty rapper in my favorite pair of socks Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks co*ked 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**in' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils, it's Wolf Gang and the [Verse 4: Pusha T] With the Re-Up's a helluva buzz Rick James said c**aine's a helluva drug 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: Pusha T] Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind