to the beat of trouble on my mind by pusha T

Lyrics: somedays i feel like im up and on my way to fucking riches
copper mansions dinner dances diamond plated chevy switches
after we're done i said that fun she said im glad to be of use
i got the swagger DJ khaled spittin rhymes like dr seuss
late night fappers condom rappers no need for them crusty socks
she look fine as fuck i bet she colder then an otter pop
i will admit i aint no G first time i smoked i passed out
normally a good kid first to class and last out
she said how u like it i said close ur eyes and stick ur mouth out
she a sweet funny pretty girl but i aint tryin to ask her out
total fucking redneck got them monster hats and tapout
no trouble on my mind ask yourself who the fag now?
got blow from a hoe or boogersugar from a boogerwolf
like my girls BBW when that ass is plentiful
slow it down a lil bit just to bring it back at full speed
crack is wack indeed but weed is a fucking need
she lookin for a homie to take her down n im that guy
on the beat pusha T couldnt kill it so imma try
can't a motherfucker understand the man 
goddamn does he have to say it everyway 
peanut butter and jealous aint no fetish when i relish in the hate they send my way
born no where near compton or philly more specifically near the coast
other sophomore rappers are comedians and imma host their fucking roast
im up and at it like a rabbit before you pour syrup on your french toast
give me a beat any beat and imma rap around it like a sugar coat

lotuscito