Lirik J. Cole Miss America
- Brought to you by the good people at Dreamville Records
- And so my fellow americans
- Ask not what your country can do for you
- Ask what you can do for your country
- Excuse me….
- Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get oscars
- All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
- Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg
- So talk shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
- Don't trip nigga, they just words
- Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs
- Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
- Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church
- Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo
- And little niggas holding desert eagles like they Rambo
- Bumping my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shit
- I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my dick
- But oh well, I'm gon' sell like I had no bail
- For my chain and my piece I should've won Nobel
- Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know nigga
- Only young nigga do it better than the old niggas
- Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
- Overcoming the circumstances we hella rich
- Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, bitch
- If you ain't fuck with me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge
- Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
- My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit
- Scooping hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
- Smash for the hell of it, living life on the edge
- Miss America, petty thoughts
- Just to floss pay any and every cost
- Heavy heart as I sit in this Range counting thousands out
- Am I about dollars or about change?
- Am I about knowledge or about brains?
- Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain
- Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers
- He played the corner like Revis he should've had better defense
- That's how I'm feeling, blood spilling I love killing
- Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
- Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit
- Bunch of bitches posing on some old Miss America shit
- I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
- In a city where niggas really don't care who they hit
- Who the fuck was I?
- Just a young little nigga trying to see the other side
- Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at
- No brains on a nigga but they'll air your back
- Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack
- I won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hat
- I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft
- I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag
- Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
- Overcoming the circumstances we hella rich
- Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, bitch
- If you ain't fuck with me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge
- Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
- My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit
- Scooping hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
- Smash for the hell of it, living life on the edge
- Miss America, petty thoughts
- Just to floss pay any and every cost
- Heavy heart as I sit in this Range counting thousands out
- Am I about dollars or about change?
- Am I about knowledge or about brains?
- Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain
- They don't feel my pain
- They'll never feel my pain
- And they'll never play this shit on the radio
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