Trouble

I said, set it off on my left, set it off on my right, I said Liquor all on my breath, bitches all in my sight, I said Real niggas tryna 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 Uh-huh (ooh...), 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 drawers, see, first is sex Then there's calls, 'cause the bird's obsessed Want flowers, cards, and the purses next Nah, bitch can't get a dollar (troubles of this) Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow (ooh...) Can't get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough (troubles of this) Now she fuck a nigga, thinkin' that she may (oh-oh, oh) hit the lotto No way, Jose (troubles of this) Could write a book called, "The Things Hoes Say" (oh-oh, oh) Show a lot of love to my sisters though (troubles of this) But these bitches so predictable (oh-oh, oh), I'm in trouble (Troubles of this, troubles of this world) yeah Gettin' to the promised land, you don't want problems, I promise, man (Troubles of this, troubles of this world) uh-huh I'll take you to the promised land, you don't want problems, I promise, man (Troubles of this) set it off on my left (Troubles of this) set it off on my right, I said (Troubles of this) liquor all in my breath (Troubles of this) bitches all in my sight, I said (Troubles of this) real niggas tryna to fuck (Troubles of this) fuck niggas wanna fight, I said (Troubles of this) gun shots into the air (Troubles of this) but I ain't scared (yeah) for my life, I said (mama, ow) And I'm goin' back to school (ooh...) Only for the hoes and a class or two Young bad bitch made the pastor drool (hey) Everybody sweat her like Catholic school Sat next to her in the back of the class (yo' problems) Cheated off her test, and I'm grabbin' her ass (cold world) She like, "Don't you know this shit already? (Hey) Nigga, ain't you rich already?" Yeah, but I got dumb as shit (oh, ow-ooh) Hangin' 'round these rappers 'cause they dumb as shit But I'm back on track (trouble), jump shot wasn't that good Couldn't sell crack but I rap good That's one stereotype (trouble, oh-ooh) Know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya (trouble, oh-oh, oh) I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type No savin' hoes (of-oh-ooh-ow) I ain't fooled 'cause a lot of cool bitches That a nigga went to school with is major hoes (this world) And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo' sho Had a nigga baby, little mans don't know (what don't I know?) (Mama's) mama was a freak, got it in on the low (Mama) 12 years later when my song come on (Ooh) he ask, "Mama, did you fuck J. Cole?" Whoa (Troubles of this, troubles of this world) yeah, yeah Gettin' to the promised land, you don't want problems, I promise, man (Troubles of this, troubles of this world) uh-huh I'll take you to the promised 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 tryna to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight, I said Gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life, I said-