Miss America (Clean Version) [Karaoke Version with Background Vocals](Originally Performed By J. Cole)-A-Type Player

This is a public service announcement Brought to you by the good people 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 n***as is mobsters All my b***hes 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 N***as 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 n***as holdin' desert eagles like they rambo Bumpin' my s**t always wondered why they f**k with my s**t I hope it's 'bout the knowledge Not about who's suckin' my d**k But oh well I'm gonna sell like I had no bail For my chain and my piece I should've won nobel Boy you cold n***a Yeah I know n***a Only young n***a do it better than the old n***as Took chances slow dance with the devil b***h Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business This what I tell a b***h 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 s**t Scoopin' h*es in the party Some cinderella s**t 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' N***as'll swear that they it This is as rare as it gets Rap game changed this is embarrassing s**t Bunch of b***hes posin' on some old miss america s**t I was a wilder n***a back on my therapist s**t Moving careless as s**t In a city where n***as 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 b***h Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business This what I tell a b***h 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 s**t Scoopin' h*es in the party Some cinderella s**t 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 They don't feel my pain They'll never feel my pain And they'll never play this s**t on the radio