text: Its the blackout, Rari got the back out
  Showing my black ass, 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 bitches, out with money or with ass shots
  GOOD had room for one more, I took the last spot
  Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, Ye done hit the jackpot
  Whole nother level, then you add fame
  Thats a whole nother devil, legit drug dealer
  Thats a whole nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
  Thats 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 niggas settle 
  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
  Pharrell said get em, so I got em
  Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot em
  Then it ricocheted and killed the game, Im a problem
  Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
  Pardon my French, Im going hard as my dick
  When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch lips
  Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin
  Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick
  I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks
  Is a must, like the arm of my pits
  You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume
  On sale during Christmas in Philly
  Um, well, not really, its getting kinda chilly
  Lets hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
  Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Airs richest
  With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
  Trouble on my mind
  I got trouble on my mind
  Trouble on my mind
  So much trouble on my mind
  Im a fucking walking paradox
  And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks
  Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks cocked screamin, West side!
  With the speakers blastin a pair of Pacs
  Yonkers 10 milli, youre silly
  Thinkin that this preme wasnt free, willy
  The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
  And fuckin tighter than Chad Hugos pupils, its Wolf Gang and the
  With the Re-Ups a helluva buzz
  Rick James said cocaines 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, youll never finish me
  Trouble on my mind
  I got trouble on my mind
  Trouble on my mind
  So much trouble on my mind