Trouble (Explicit)

I said

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

I said

Liquor all on my breath b***hes all in my sight

I said

Real n***as tryna f**k f**k n***as 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

N***as say Live fast die young so I drive slow

And pray I die old

In the drop with the top low

Met a bad b***h from Chicago my hat wasn't cocked yo

Kept it straight s**t cause y'all know

And if not you'll learn how them n***as in the Chi go

I ain't f**k her but I'm thinking 'bout it

My n***as say why you gotta think about it

The b***h 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 is s*x

Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed

Want flowers cards and the purses next

Nah b***h can't get a dollar

Cole on Twitter b***h can't get a follow

Can get a nut heard Can't Get Enough

Now she f**k a n***a thinking that she may have hit the lotto

No way Jose

Could write a book called The Things h*es Say

Show a lot of love to my sisters though

But these b***hes so predictable

I'm in trouble

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 it 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 on my breath b***hes all in my sight

I said

Real n***as tryna f**k f**k n***as wanna fight

I said

Gun shots into the air but I ain't scared for my life

I said

And I'm going back to school

Only for the h*es and a class or two

Young bad b***h 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 grabbing her a*s

She like Don't you know this s**t already

N***a ain't you rich already

Yeah but I got dumb as s**t

Hanging 'round these rappers 'cause they dumb as s**t

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 n***as that'll marry your type

Bad b***h with a degree I let 'em scoop ya

I'm Koopa I never been the Mario type

No saving h*es

I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool b***hes that a n***a went to school with is major h*es

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

Had a n***a 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 f**k 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 it 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 on my breath b***hes all in my sight

I said

Real n***as tryna f**k f**k n***as wanna fight

I said

Gun shots into the air but I ain't scared for my life

I said