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"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 B*****s is doctors
Cole World this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk s**t and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip n***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 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 f**k 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
Ill boy you cold n***a yeah I know nigga
Only young n***a 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 f**kin' 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 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 B*****s posin' on
Some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder n***a back on my therapist shit
Moving careless as shit
In a city where niggas really don't care who they hit
Who the f**k was I
Just a young little n***a tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks
Where them scarecrows at
No brains on a n***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'mma pass your classes
I'mma learn your craft
I'mma f**k 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 f**kin' 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 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