Trouble - J. Cole

[Hook:]
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, b_tches all in my sight
I said real n_ggas trying to f_ck, f_ck n_ggas wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, God flow
Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
N_ggas 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 b_tch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
Kept it straight, sh_t, cause y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how them n_ggas in the Chi go
I ain't f_ck her but I'm thinkin' 'bout it
My n_ggas say why you gotta think about it?
The b_tch 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, b_tch can't get a dollar
Cole on twitter, b_tch can't get a follow
Can get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough
Now she f_ck a n_gga 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 b_tches so predictable
I'm in trouble

Gettin' to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise man
I take you to the promise land
You don't want problems, I promise man

[Hook:]
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, b_tches all in my sight
I said real n_ggas trying to f_ck, f_ck n_ggas wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

[Verse 2:]
And I'm going back to school
Only for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad b_tch 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 sh_t already? N_gga ain't you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as sh_t
Hangin' 'round these rappers cause they dumb as sh_t
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 n_ggas that'll marry your type
Bad b_tch 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 b_tches that a n_gga went to school with is major hoes
And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo sho
Had a n_gga 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 f_ck J. Cole?"
Whoa

Gettin' to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise man
I take you to the promise land
You don't want problems, I promise man

[Hook:]
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, b_tches all in my sight
I said real n_ggas trying to f_ck, f_ck n_ggas wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

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