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j cole - miss america lyrics

miss america

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-gg-s 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-gg-, they just words
though my words tend to sound like proverbs
n-gg-s don’t see the preachers ’til we dead in the he-rs-
granny broke cause she always givin’ bread to the church
now pastor mason betha in a lambo
and little n-gg-s holdin’ desert eagles like they rambo
b-mpin’ my sh-t, always wondered why they f-ck with my sh-t
i hope it’s ’bout the knowledge, not about who’s suckin’ 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 n-bel
ill, boy you cold n-gg-, yeah i know n-gg-
only young n-gg- do it better than the old n-gg-s

took chances, slow dance with the devil b-tch
overcomin’ the circ-mstances we h-lla 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 h-ll 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’
n-gg-s’ll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
rap game changed, this is embarr-ssing sh-t
bunch of b-tches posin’ on some old miss america sh-t
i was a wilder n-gg- back on my therapist sh-t, moving careless as sh-t
in a city where n-gg-s really don’t care who they hit
who the f-ck was i?
just a young little n-gg- tryin’ to see the other side
of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at
no brains on a n-gg- 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 p-ss your cl-sses, i’mma learn your craft
i’mma f-ck your daughters, i’mma burn your flag

they don’t feel my pain
they’ll never feel my pain
and they’ll never play this sh-t on the radio

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