Miss America Lyrics - Born Sinner - J. Cole

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 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 

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Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch 

Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich 

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

If you ain't fuck with 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 

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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 'em, bitch 

If you ain't fuck with 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 

They don't feel my pain 

They'll never feel my pain 

And they'll never play this shit on the radio