Lyrics Trouble - J. Cole

I said, set it off on my left, set it off on my right, I said
Liquor all on my breath, bitches all in my sight, I said
Real niggas tryna fuck, fuck niggas 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

Uh-huh (ooh...), God flow
Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
Niggas 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 thinkin' 'bout it
My niggas 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 drawers, see, first is sex
Then there's calls, 'cause the bird's obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the purses next

Nah, bitch can't get a dollar (troubles of this)
Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow (ooh...)
Can't get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough (troubles of this)
Now she fuck a nigga, thinkin' that she may (oh-oh, oh) hit the lotto
No way, Jose (troubles of this)
Could write a book called, "The Things Hoes Say" (oh-oh, oh)
Show a lot of love to my sisters though (troubles of this)
But these bitches so predictable (oh-oh, oh), I'm in trouble

(Troubles of this, troubles of this world) yeah
Gettin' to the promised land, you don't want problems, I promise, man
(Troubles of this, troubles of this world) uh-huh
I'll take you to the promised land, you don't want problems, I promise, man

(Troubles of this) set it off on my left
(Troubles of this) set it off on my right, I said
(Troubles of this) liquor all in my breath
(Troubles of this) bitches all in my sight, I said

(Troubles of this) real niggas tryna to fuck
(Troubles of this) fuck niggas wanna fight, I said
(Troubles of this) gun shots into the air
(Troubles of this) but I ain't scared (yeah) for my life, I said (mama, ow)

And I'm goin' back to school (ooh...)
Only for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad bitch made the pastor drool (hey)
Everybody sweat her like Catholic school
Sat next to her in the back of the class (yo' problems)
Cheated off her test, and I'm grabbin' her ass (cold world)
She like, "Don't you know this shit already? (Hey)
Nigga, ain't you rich already?"

Yeah, but I got dumb as shit (oh, ow-ooh)
Hangin' 'round these rappers 'cause they dumb as shit
But I'm back on track (trouble), jump shot wasn't that good
Couldn't sell crack but I rap good
That's one stereotype (trouble, oh-ooh)
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type
Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya (trouble, oh-oh, oh)
I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type

No savin' hoes (of-oh-ooh-ow)
I ain't fooled 'cause a lot of cool bitches
That a nigga went to school with is major hoes (this world)
And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo' sho
Had a nigga baby, little mans don't know (what don't I know?)
(Mama's) mama was a freak, got it in on the low
(Mama) 12 years later when my song come on
(Ooh) he ask, "Mama, did you fuck J. Cole?" Whoa

(Troubles of this, troubles of this world) yeah, yeah
Gettin' to the promised land, you don't want problems, I promise, man
(Troubles of this, troubles of this world) uh-huh
I'll take you 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 in my breath, bitches all in my sight, I said
Real niggas tryna to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight, I said
Gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life, I said-