Trouble

I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right

I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight

I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight

I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

I said—

Troubles of this, troubles of this world

Troubles of this, troubles of this world

Yeah, God flow

Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso

Niggas say I live fast, die young, so I drive slow

And pray I die old

In the drop with the top low

Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo

Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all know

And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi go

I ain't fuck her but I'm thinkin' 'bout it

My niggas say why you gotta think about it?

The bitch want too much, hit my phone too much

If I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stress

First the text, then the draws, see first the sex

Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed

Want flowers, cards, and the purses next

Nah, bitch can't get a dollar

Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow

Can get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough

Now she fuck a nigga thinkin' that she may hit the lotto

No way Jose, could write a book called "The Things Hoes Say"

Show a lot of love to my sisters though

But these bitches so predictable

I'm in trouble

Troubles of this, troubles of this world

Gettin' to the promised land

You don't want problems, I promise man

Troubles of this, troubles of this world

I take you to the promise land

You don't want problems, I promise man

Set it off on my left, set it off on my right

I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight

I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight

I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

And I'm going back to school

Only for the hoes and a class or two

Young bad bitch made the pastor drool

Everybody sweat her like Catholic school

Sat next to her in the back of the class

Cheated off her test and I'm grabbin' her ass

She like "Don't you know this shit

Already? Nigga ain't you rich already?"

Yeah, but I got dumb as shit

Hangin' 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shit

But I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that good

Couldn't sell crack but I rap good

That's one stereotype, know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type

Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya

I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type

No saving hoes

I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool bitches

That a nigga went to school with is major hoes

And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo sho

Had a nigga baby, little mans don't know

Momma was a freak, got it in on the low

12 years later when my song come on, he ask

"Momma did you fuck J. Cole?"

Whoa

Troubles of this, troubles of this world

Gettin' to the promised land

You don't want problems, I promise man

Troubles of this, troubles of this world

I take you to the promise land

You don't want problems, I promise man

Set it off on my left, set it off on my right

I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight

I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight

I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life