Trouble chords by J. Cole
Verse 1
Em
I said set it off on my left
B
Set it off on my right
Am
I said liquor all in my breath
C
Bitches all in my sight
D
Em
I said real niggas trying to fuck
B
Fuck niggas wanna fight
Am
I said gun shots into the air
F#
Em
But I ain't scared for my life
Interlude 1
I said
Em
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Verse 2
Em
Yeah, God flow
Paint a picture like a young Pablo,
Picasso
Niggas sayin' 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 thinking
'bout it
D
Em
My niggas say why you gotta
think about it?
The bitch want too much,
B
hit my phone too much
Em
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'
D
that she may hit the lotto
Em
B
No way, Jose
C
Could write a book called, "the
things hoes say"
B
Show a lot of love to my
sisters though
C
D
But these bitches so predictable
Em
I'm in trouble
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
Bm
Em
B
Bm
B
Em
I take
B
you to the promise land
Em
Bm
D
You don't want problems, I promise, man
Verse 3
Em
I said set it off on my left
B
Set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath
C
Bm
Bitches all in my sight
B
Em
I said real niggas trying to fuck
B
Fuck niggas wanna fight
G
C
I said gun shots into the air
B
But I ain't scared for my life
Em
I said
Verse 4
Em
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 of her test and
I'm grabbing her ass
She like "don't you know
this shit already?
Nigga, ain't you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as shit
D
Em
Hanging 'round these rappers
cause they dumb as shit
But I'm back on track,
D
jump shot wasn't that good
Em
Couldn't sell crack but I rap good
That's one stereotype
D
Em
Know a lot of niggas that'll
marry your type
Bad bitch with a degree,
I let 'em scoop ya
D
Em
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 theirs mans don't know,
mans don't know, fa show
Had a nigga's baby,
little mans don't know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
B
12 years later when my song come on,
he ask
Em
"mama, did you fuck J. Cole?"
Verse 5
Whoa
Em
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
Bm
Em
Bm
B
Em
I take you to
B
the promise land
Em
Bm
D
You don't want problems, I promise, man
Verse 6
Em
Set it off on my left
B
Set it off on my right
Am
I said liquor all in my breath
C
B
Bm
Bitches all in my sight
D
Em
I said real niggas trying to fuck
B
Fuck niggas wanna fight
C
I said gun shots into the air
B
But I ain't scared for my life
Outro 1
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Trouble
J. Cole
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