Trouble - J. Cole

Trouble - J. Cole (J. 科尔)
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, b**ches 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 b**ch 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 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 b**ch 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**ch can't get a dollar
Cole on twitter, b**ch 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 b**ches 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, b**ches 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 b**ch 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 a**
She like "Don't you know this sh*t already? Nagga ain't you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as sh*t
Hanging around 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 naggas that'll marry your type
Bad b**ch 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**ches
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, b**ches 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