Album Name

Miss America

Artist

J. Cole

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2012.11.13

Release Agency

Sony Music

Miss America (Explicit Ver.) - J. Cole
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
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
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'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
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