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Trouble - J Cole
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 fuck, fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck, fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck, fuck naggas wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life