J. Cole - Miss America lyrics

This is a public service announcement! 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 n-ggas is mobsters, all my b-tches is doctors Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg So talk sh-t and taste the tip of the Mossberg Don't trip n-gga, they just words Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs N-ggas 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 n-ggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo Bumpin' my sh-t, always wondered why they f-ck with my sh-t I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's s**in' my d-ck 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 n-gga, yeah I know n-gga Only young n-gga do it better than the old n-ggas Took chances, slow dance with the devil b-tch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, b-tch If you ain't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars splurged all on embellishments My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas sh-it Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella sh-t 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 k**in' N-ggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets Rap game changed, this is embarra**ing sh-t Bunch of b-tches posin' on some old Miss America sh-t I was a wilder n-gga back on my therapist sh-t, moving careless as sh-t In a city where n-ggas really don't care who they hit Who the f-ck was I? Just a young little n-gga tryin' to see the other side Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at No brains on a n-gga but they'll air your back F-ck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack I won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hat I'mma pa** your cla**es, I'mma learn your craft I'mma f-ck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag Took chances, slow dance with the devil b-tch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, b-tch If you ain't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars splurged all on embellishments My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas sh-t Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella sh-t 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 sh-t on the radio