Miss America

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Jermaine Lamar Cole (born January 28, 1985), better known by his stage name J. Cole, is a German-born American hip hop recording artist and record producer from Fayetteville, North Carolina. In 2009, he became the first artist to sign to Jay-Z's Roc Nation label. His long-awaited debut album titled… more »

This is a public service announcement  Brought to you by the good people over 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 
Ill, 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

They don't feel my pain
They'll never feel my pain
And they'll never play this shit on the radio

Written by: BROOKLN DEKKER, JERMAINE L. COLE

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Miss America