Looking For Trouble
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Re-Up Gang Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it, motherfucker

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 glass like a coaster
Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur
Killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her
Photo-op is priceless, frame our wanted posters
The Audacity, war brings casualty
Bitch 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

(You seek out problems)
(Looking for trouble)
But you found it, motherfucker

I miss the misogyny, bad bitches massagin' me
Sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges
So please don't judge me, uh, for the followin'
Fat bitches swallowin', skinny bitches 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 pussy 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

(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 niggas 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 niggas was looking
I've tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog, I'm good for a scuffle
Don't be mad I whooped your ass, 'cause I've tooken a couple
Feds askin' niggas questions, but I wouldn't rebuttal
'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 rather yellow 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

G.O.O.D., I do it, B.I.G. Sean Don, nigga
But you found it motherfucker

I'm, in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking 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
Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)
My nigga, 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 shit look like CPR
'Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne
So now I'm snappin' like yo' ass just finished a poem
Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
Meanwhile, I'm chillin' with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain't
Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime
A killer 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' ass from this side of the TV, mutherfucker!

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
Fucking hoes while teachin' niggas to hold your sons
This the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph's son
High as fuck 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' bitch invited me inside her, ain't I supposed to come?
Got niggas 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 pussy
Fuck 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 niggas 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 badass bitch
And you don't 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 fiendin' 'bout




What you been praying fo'? What you been screamin' 'bout?
Ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreamin' 'bout

Overall Meaning

The song Looking for Trouble by Kanye West features various artists including Pusha T, Cyhi the Prince, Big Sean, and J. Cole among others. The opening line “But you found it motherfucker” implies that these artists were looking for trouble and that trouble found them instead.


In the first verse, Kanye West expresses his admiration for his luxurious lifestyle, including his panoramic roof car, Mikimoto jewelry, and custom wardrobe. He also pays tribute to some deceased celebrities and groups including Vivian Blake and the Shower Posse. The verse ends with West admitting to ordering deadly hits on his enemies and implying that he would rather see his son dead than face a tragedy.


On the other hand, Pusha T starts his verse by claiming that he is only surrounded by drug dealers and crooks. He speaks about his struggle as a black man, including being judged by society for his skin color. He also brags about his drug smuggling enterprise, including having over 20 pounds of kush in his possession.


Overall, Looking for Trouble is a song that glorifies the lavish and dangerous lifestyles that these artists lead. The song also highlights the struggles that they faced as black men in contemporary society.




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