Miss America

Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars

All my **** 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, ****, they just words

Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs

**** don't see the preachers till we dead in the hearse

Granny broke 'cause she always giving bread to the church

Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo

And little **** holding desert eagles like they Rambo

Pumping my shit, always wonder why they fuck with my shit

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

Ill, boy, you cold, ****, yeah I know, ****

Only young **** do it better than the old ****

Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch

Overcoming the circumstances, we hella rich

Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch

If you ain't fucking me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge

Bring dollars splurged all on embellishments

My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas' shit

Scooping hoes at the party, some Cinderella shit

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

****'ll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets

Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit

Bunch of bitches posing on some old Miss America shit

I was a wilder **** back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit

In a city where **** really don't care who they hit

Who the fuck was I?

Just a young little **** tryna see the other side

Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at

No brains on a **** 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'ma pass your classes, I'ma learn your craft

I'ma fuck your daughters, I'ma burn your flag

Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch

Overcoming the circumstances, we hella rich

Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch

If you ain't fucking me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge

Bring dollars splurged all on embellishments

My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas' shit

Scooping hoes at the party, some Cinderella shit

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 never feel my pain

And they'll never play this shit on the radio