Lyrics Looking for Trouble (Feat. Kanye West, Big Sean, Pusha T, Cyhi Da Prince) - J. Cole

Re-Up Gang Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it muthafucker
Yes
All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses
Shoveling that devils angel up they noses
Never let jail turn my shine into Moses
Couldnt 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!!!
(You seek out problems)
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it motherfucker
Im here, its the misogyny
Bad bitches massaging me
Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges
So please dont judge me, ugh, for the following
Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
Take of that Givenchy and lets get raunchy
I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy
The devil stay testing
Cause when you chase the pussy its a sin
But if it falls in your lap its 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 (leathers, leathers, leathers)
Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah
Boy, we looking for trouble
Maybe if we wasnt black then we wouldnt 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 Im running through them circles,
Boy Im looking like Knuckles
Look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking
Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle
Dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive tooken a couple
Feds asking niggas questions but I wouldnt rebuttal
Cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble
With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell
Didnt play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
Aint nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
But now Im eating off of rather yellow gold
Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes
But dont 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
(But you found it mutherfucker)
Bitch
Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces
Marijuana mountains, drinks youre not pronouncing
Three chains on, I dont need no bouncers
Nothing less than a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
New double-Ds smashed in her blouses
Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)
My nigga, we rent houses
So many wedding rings lost in them couches
Im 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 Im snapping like yo ass just finished a poem
Does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
Meanwhile, Im chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you aint
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
Its cool, cause I cant 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 dont 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 Josephs son
High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun
Never say Im better than Hov, but Im the closest one
Heard you looking for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?
Yo bitch invited me inside her, aint I supposed to cum?
Got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a hole in one
Now you outside of heavens gate, fronting like you know someone
Talking hard, but yall still aint push me
They say you are what you eat, and I still aint pussy
Fuck it, everybody can get it
When youre this hot, everybodys a critic
But when youre this high everybodys 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 dont 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