Trouble - J. Cole
Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole
Composed by：Jermaine Cole
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, b***hes 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***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 about it
My naggas 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 the 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 nagga thinkin' that she may 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
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***hes 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 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 grabbin' her a*s
She like"Don't you know this s**t already Nagga ain't you rich already"
Yeah, but I got dumb as s**t
Hanging around these rappers cause they dumb as s**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***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 nagga went to school with is major h*es
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***hes 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
