Trouble lyrics

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

Troubles of this...

Troubles of this world

Yeah, god flow

Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso

Niggas say "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 thinking '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 have 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

Getting 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

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

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?

Nigga, 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, 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, fa show

Had a nigga's baby, little mans don’t know

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

12 years later when my song come on, he ask

"Mama, did you fuck J. Cole?"

Whoa

Troubles of this...

Troubles of this world

Getting 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

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

• Artist:J. Cole
• Album:Born Sinner