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Miss America - #1 Hits Now
Excuse me
Load the clip in the chopper
Flip the script and get oscars
All my niggas is mobsters
All my b**ches 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 ni**a 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 sh*t always wondered
Why they f**k with my sh*t
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 ni**a
Yeah I know ni**a
Only young ni**a do it better
Than the old niggas
Took chances
Slow dance with the devil b**ch
Overcoming the circumstances
We hella rich
Since you all in my business
This what I tell 'em b**ch
If you ain't f**k with me
Don't f**k 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
Scooping hoes in the party
Some Cinderella sh*t
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 sh*t
Bunch of b**ches posing on
Some old Miss America sh*t
I was a wilder ni**a back
On my therapist sh*t
Moving careless as sh*t
In a city where niggas really
Don't care who they hit
Who the f**k was I
Just a young little ni**a trying
To see the other side
Of the railroad tracks
Where them scarecrows at
No brains on a ni**a
But they'll air your back
F**k 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 f**k your daughters
I'm a burn your flag
Took chances
Slow dance with the devil b**ch
Overcoming the circumstances
We hella rich
Since you all in my business
This what I tell 'em b**ch
If you ain't f**k with me
Don't f**k 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
Scooping hoes in the party
Some Cinderella sh*t
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 sh*t on the radio