Miss America
MoneSv
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Load the clip in the chopper I flip the script and went hard If you a star then you shot Told Mr good bout the bars I hope for dollars and commas The sickest nigga from start The doctors can't make a product They charging me for a cough The prodigy tho I'm broker than probably every heart They fouling me niggas know ain't counted me out I ball On budgets its no discussing elastic My pockets nothing My flow is really ugly But heres a prettier subject This nigga harder than metal Had done sped up every quote Coldest nigga been through hell I had the devil wearing coats Its funny use to bummy But them hoes still love me I'm lucky ain't too much money Just a dollar for the longest But my dreams still hungry They hate it to smell hunger I'm knowing them jails want us Won't cell gone sell Like a nigga had no bail I'm breaking peaces for my niggas Nobel couldn't believe it The mail coming the reaper He failed I'm steady singing man 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 That's how You feelin', blood spillin' I love killin' thinking you it Mone was dope before the drug dealers Came up with no ceilings Carter want a picture Bunch of hoes in America Wont never have a mrs Niggas dissing For attention I'm just scrolling through the mentions Never seen moneSv they knowing not diss me Like IG I give the business I'm too busy to be dissing Barely had a pot piss in Now I feel like I'm the shit Man Who the f*ck 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 F*ck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack I won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hat I'ma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft I'ma f your daughters, I'mma burn your flag 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 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 f*ck 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
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