I said 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 trying to 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, 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 draws, see first the sex Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed Want flowers, cards, and the purses next Nah, bitch can't get a dollar Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow Can get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough Now she fuck 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 bitches so predictable I'm in trouble Troubles of this, troubles of this world Gettin' to the promised land You don't want problems, I promise man Troubles of this, troubles of this world I take you to the promise 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 trying to fuck, fuck niggas 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 bitch 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 shit Hangin' 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shit 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 bitch 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 bitches 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 fuck J. Cole?" Whoa Troubles of this, troubles of this world Gettin' to the promised land You don't want problems, I promise man Troubles of this, troubles of this world I take you to the promise 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 trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life