[Refrain]
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all on my breath, b**hes all in my sight
I said real n***as tryna f**, f** n***as wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
Troubles of this...
Troubles of this world
[Verse 1]
Yeah, god flow
Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Pica**o
n***as say "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 co*ked, yo
Kept it straight, sh**, cause y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how them n***as in the Chi go
I ain't f** her, but I'm thinking 'bout it
My n***as 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 is s**
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** a n***a thinking that she may have 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**hes so predictable
I'm in trouble
[Hook]
Troubles of this, troubles of this world
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
Troubles of this, troubles of this world
Take it to the promise land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
[Refrain]
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all on my breath, b**hes all in my sight
I said real n***as trying to f**, f** n***as wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
[Verse 2]
And I'm going back to school
Only for the hoes and a cla** 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 cla**
Cheated off of her test and I'm grabbing her a**
She like "Don't you know this sh** already?
n***a, ain't you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as sh**
Hanging 'round these rappers cause they dumb as sh**
But I'm back on track, jump shot wasn't that good
Couldn't sell crack but I rap good
That's one stereotype
Know a lot of n***as 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 hoes
I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool b**hes that a n***a went to school with is major hoes
And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo' sho
Had a n***a baby, little mans don't know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
Twelve years later when my song come on, he ask
"Mama, did you f** J. Cole?"
Whoa
[Hook]
Troubles of this, troubles of this world
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
Troubles of this, troubles of this world
Take it to the promise land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
[Refrain]
I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all on my breath, b**hes all in my sight
I said real n***as trying to f**, f** n***as wanna fight
I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life