Trouble

歌手: J. Cole • 专辑:Born Sinner • 发布时间:2013-06-18
作词 : Jermaine Cole
 作曲 : Jermaine Cole
 I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath, niggas all in my sight
I said real niggas trying to ****, **** naggas wanna fight
 I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
 I said
 Yeah, 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 b***h from Chicago, my hat wasn't c**ked, yo
Kept it straight, ****, cause y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how the niggas in the Chi go
I ain't **** her but I'm thinking about it
 My niggas 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 d**k
 Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed
 Want flowers, cards, and the purses next
Nah, nigga can't get a dollar
Cole on Twitter, nigga can't get a follow
 Can get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough
Now she **** a nigga 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 niggas 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, niggas all in my sight
I said real niggas trying to ****, **** naggas wanna fight
 I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
 I said
 And I'm going back to school
 Only for the hoes 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 ass
She like "Don't you know this shit already? Nigga ain't you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as ****
Hanging around these rappers cause they dumb as ****
 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 niggas 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 mother****ers
 That a nigga went to school with is major hoes
 And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo sho
 Had a nigga 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 **** 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, niggas all in my sight
 I said real niggas trying to ****, **** niggas wanna fight
 I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
 I said
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