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 **** tryna fuck

Fuck **** wanna fight

I said, gun shots into the air

But I ain't scared for my life, I said

(Troubles out this, troubles out this world)

(Troubles out this, troubles out this world)

Yeah, God flow

Paint a picture like a young Pablo Picasso

**** saying 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 **** in the Chi go

I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking 'bout it

My **** 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 drawers, see first is sex

Then it's calls, 'cause the bird's obsessed

Want flowers, cards and the purses next

(Troubles out this)

Nah, bitch can't get a dollar

Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow

(Troubles out this)

Can't get a nut, her, can't get enough

Now she fuck a **** thinking that she may hit the lotto

(Troubles out this)

No way, Jose

Could write a book called, The Things Hoes Say

(Troubles out this)

Show a lot of love to my sisters though

But these bitches so predictable

I'm in trouble

(Troubles out this, troubles out this world)

Yeah, getting to the promised land

You don't want problems, I promise, man

(Troubles out this, troubles out this world)

I take you to the promise land

You don't want problems, I promise, man

Set it off on my left (Troubles out this)

Set it off on my right (Troubles out this)

I said, liquor all in my breath (Troubles out this)

Bitches all in my sight (Troubles out this)

I said, real **** trying to fuck (Troubles out this)

Fuck **** wanna fight (Troubles out this)

I said, gun shots into the air (Troubles out this)

But I ain't scared for my life, I said (Troubles out this)

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 of her test and I'm grabbing her ass

She like, don't you know this shit already?

****, ain't you rich already?

Yeah, but I got dumb as shit

Hanging 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shit

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

Couldn't sell crack, but I rap good

That's one stereotype

Know a lot of **** that'll marry your type

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

I'm Cooper, I never been the Mario type

No saving hoes

I ain't fooled 'cause a lot of cool bitches

That a **** went to school with is major hoes

And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, for sure

Had a **** baby, little mans don't know

Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low

Twelve years later when my song come on, he ask

Mama, did you fuck J. Cole?

Whoa

(Troubles out this, troubles out this world)

Yeah, getting to the promised land

You don't want problems, I promise, man

(Troubles out this, troubles out 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 **** tryna fuck

Fuck **** wanna fight

I said, gun shots into the air

But I ain't scared for my life, I said