Sam Giannelli - Trouble lyrics

[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