[Intro]
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This is a public service announcement
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Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
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“And so my fellow Americans
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Ask not what your country can do for you
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Ask what you can do for your country!”
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Excuse me
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[Verse 1]
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Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
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All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
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Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg
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So talk shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
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Dont trip nigga, they just words
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Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs
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Niggas dont see the preachers til we dead in the hearse
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Granny broke cause she always givin bread to the Church
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Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo
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And little niggas holdin desert eagles like they Rambo
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Bumpin my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shit
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I hope its bout the knowledge, not about whos suckin my dick
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But oh well, Im gon sell like I had no bail
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For my chain and my piece I shouldve won Nobel
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Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know nigga
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Only young nigga do it better than the old niggas
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[Chorus]
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Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
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Overcomin the circumstances, we hella rich
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Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
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If you aint fuckin me, dont fuck with me, this life on the edge
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Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
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My fellowship paid, dont need to cop my fellas shit
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Scoopin hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
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Smash for the hell of it, livin life on the edge
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[Post-Chorus]
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Miss America, petty thoughts
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Miss America, petty thoughts
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Miss America, petty thoughts
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Just to floss pay any and every cost
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Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin thousands out
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Am I about dollars or about change?
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Am I about knowledge or about brains?
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Freedom or big chains, they dont feel my pain
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[Verse 2]
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Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers
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He played the corner like Revis he shouldve had better defense
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Thats how Im feelin, blood spillin I love killin
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Niggasll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
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Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit
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Bunch of bitches posin on some old Miss America shit
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I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
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In a city where niggas really dont care who they hit
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Who the fuck was I?
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Just a young little nigga tryin to see the other side
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Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at
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No brains on a nigga but theyll air your back
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Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I wont sell your crack
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I wont fight your wars, I wont wear your hat
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Ima pass your classes, Ima learn your craft
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Ima fuck your daughters, Ima burn your flag
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[Chorus]
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Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
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Overcomin the circumstances, we hella rich
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Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
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If you aint fuckin me, dont fuck with me, this life on the edge
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Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
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My fellowship paid, dont need to cop my fellas shit
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Scoopin hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
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Smash for the hell of it, livin life on the edge
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[Post-Chorus]
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Miss America, petty thoughts
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Miss America, petty thoughts
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Miss America, petty thoughts
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Just to floss pay any and every cost
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Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin thousands out
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Am I about dollars or about change?
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Am I about knowledge or about brains?
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Freedom or big chains, they dont feel my pain
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[Outro]
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They dont feel my pain
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Theyll never feel my pain
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And theyll never play this shit on the radio
