Miss America

This is a public service announcement
 Brought to you by the good people over 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 holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
 Bumpin' 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
 Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich
 Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
 If you ain't fuckin' 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
 Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
 Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Just to floss pay any and every cost
 Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' 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 feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'
 Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
 Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit
 Bunch of bitches posin' 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 tryin' 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'ma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft
 I'ma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag
 Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
 Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich
 Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
 If you ain't fuckin' 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
 Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
 Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Just to floss pay any and every cost
 Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' 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
 
 This is a public service announcement
 Brought to you by the good people over 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 holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
 Bumpin' 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
 Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich
 Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
 If you ain't fuckin' 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
 Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
 Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Just to floss pay any and every cost
 Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' 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 feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'
 Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
 Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit
 Bunch of bitches posin' 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 tryin' 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'ma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft
 I'ma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag
 Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
 Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich
 Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
 If you ain't fuckin' 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
 Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
 Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Miss America, petty thoughts
 Just to floss pay any and every cost
 Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' 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