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 naggas trying to f**k, f**k naggas wanna fight

I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

Yeah, god flow

Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso

Naggas 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 f**k her but I'm thinking about it

My naggas 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 f**k a nagga 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 bitches 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

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 naggas trying to f**k, f**k naggas 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 her test and I'm grabbin' her ass

She like "Don't you know this shit already? Nagga ain't you rich already?"

Yeah, but I got dumb as shit

Hanging around 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 naggas 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 nagga went to school with is major hoes

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

Had a nagga 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**k 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

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 naggas trying to f**k, f**k naggas wanna fight

I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life