Miss America (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: Born Sinner - 2013)

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 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 giving 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 sucking 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
I'll, 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
Miss America, petty thoughts
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'm a pass your classes, I'm a learn your craft
I'm a fuck your daughters, I'm a 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
Miss America, petty thoughts
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