Kanye West - Looking for Trouble lyrics

[Intro: Pusha T] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it, mutherf**er [Verse 1: Pusha T] All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses Shoveling that devil's angel up they noses Never let jail turn my Shyne into Moses Couldn't cleanse my soul with them Civil Rights hoses Panoramic roof, under gla** like a coaster Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur k**ian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her Photo-op is priceless, frame our wanted posters The Audacity, war brings casualty b**h have my son before I face that tragedy I order hits, she orders mahi R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse Gone [Bridge: Kanye West] (You seek out problems) (Looking for trouble) But you found it, motherf**er [Verse 2: Kanye West] I miss the misogyny, bad b**hes ma**agin' me Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges So please don't judge me, uh, for the followin': Fat b**hes swallowin', skinny b**hes modelin' Take off that Givenchy and let's get raunchy I have your face looking all Captain Crunchy The devil stay testing, 'cause when you chase the p**y it's a sin But if it falls in your lap, it's a blessin' Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressin' French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive Hedi Slimane leathers [Verse 3: Cyhi The Prynce] (Cyhi! Yeah!) Boy, we lookin' for trouble Maybe if we wasn't black, then we wouldn't have struggled Player, all I got is trap n***as and crooks in my huddle They cook and I smuggle, got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle So I'm runnin' through them circles, boy, I'm looking like Knuckles Look at my knuckles, got the hook in 'cause n***as was looking I've tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog, I'm good for a scuffle Don't be mad I whooped your a**, 'cause I've tooken a couple Feds askin' n***as questions, but I wouldn't rebu*tal ‘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 nothin' silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh But now I'm eatin' off of Raffaello 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 the yellow road [Interlude: Big Sean] G.O.O.D., I do it, B.I.G. Sean Don, n***a But you found it motherf**er [Verse 4: Big Sean] I'm, in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherf**ing 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 f** a hotel, my n***a we rent houses (houses) My n***a, 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, this sh** look like CPR ‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne So now I'm snappin' like yo' a** just finished a poem Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake? Meanwhile, I'm chillin' with all these n***as, counting all this money you ain't Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime A k**er before the crime, a B.I.G. before the dyin' Greet me wit' a middle finger when you see me It's cool, 'cause I can't see yo' a** from this side of the TV, mutherf**er! [Verse 5: J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one What you now hear is puttin' fear in all the older ones Downplayed me to downgrade me like they don't notice son Your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em f**ing hoes while teachin' n***as to hold your sons This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son High as f** with a cold flow and a loaded gun Never say I'm better than Hov', but I'm the closest one Heard you lookin' for trouble, what, I'm ‘sposed to run? Yo' b**h invited me inside her, ain't I supposed to come? Got n***as that'll blow your tee off, put a hole in one Now you outside of Heaven's gate, frontin' 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 p**y f** it, e'rybody can get it When you're this hot, e'rybody's a critic But when you're this high e'rybody's a midget All this mean mugging from n***as that mean nothin' Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of? Went from quarter to broke to half past rich With my bada** b**h And you don't want no problems on some math cla** sh** So check the young genius out f** the world, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout I thought that real sh** is what you been fiendin' 'bout What you been praying fo'? What you been screamin' 'bout? Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreamin' 'bout