[Hook]
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I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
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I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight
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I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight
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I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
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[Verse 1]
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Yeah, god flow
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Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
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Niggas say I live fast, die young, so I drive slow
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And pray I die old
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In the drop with the top low
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Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
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Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all know
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And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi go
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I ain't fuck her but I'm thinkin' 'bout it
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My niggas say why you gotta think about it?
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The bitch want too much, hit my phone too much
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If I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stress
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First the text, then the draws, see first the sex
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Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed
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Want flowers, cards, and the purses next
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Nah, bitch can't get a dollar
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Cole on twitter, bitch can't get a follow
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Can get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough
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Now she fuck a nigga thinkin' that she may hit the lotto
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No way Jose, could write a book called "The Things Hoes Say"
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Show a lot of love to my sisters though
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But these bitches so predictable
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I'm in trouble
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Gettin' to the promised land
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You don't want problems, I promise man
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I take you to the promise land
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You don't want problems, I promise man
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[Hook]
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I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
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I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight
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I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight
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I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
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[Verse 2]
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And I'm going back to school
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Only for the hoes and a class or two
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Young bad bitch made the pastor drool
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Everybody sweat her like Catholic school
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Sat next to her in the back of the class
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Cheated off her test and I'm grabbin' her ass
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She like "Don't you know this shit already? Nigga ain't you rich already?"
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Yeah, but I got dumb as shit
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Hangin' 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shit
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But I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that good
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Couldn't sell crack but I rap good
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That's one stereotype, know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type
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Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
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I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type
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No saving hoes
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I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool bitches that a nigga went to school with is major hoes
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And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo sho
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Had a nigga baby, little mans don't know
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Momma was a freak, got it in on the low
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12 years later when my song come on, he ask
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"Momma did you fuck J. Cole?"
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Whoa
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Gettin' to the promised land
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You don't want problems, I promise man
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I take you to the promise land
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You don't want problems, I promise man
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[Hook]
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I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
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I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight
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I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight
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I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
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Trouble
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J. Cole |