[Intro]This is a public service announcementBrought to you by the good peopleover at Dreamville Records"And so my fellow AmericansAsk not what your country can do for youAsk what you can do for your country"Excuse me[Verse 1]Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get OscarsAll my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is doctorsCole World, this just the tip of the icebergSo talk shit and taste the tip of the MossbergDon't trip nigga, they just wordsThough my words tend to sound like ProverbsNiggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearseGranny broke cause she always givin' bread to the ChurchNow pastor Mason Betha in a LamboAnd little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they RamboBumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shitI hope it's 'bout the knowledgenot about who's suckin' my dickBut oh well, I'm gon' sell like I had no bailFor my chain and my piece I should've won NobelIll, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know niggaOnly young nigga do it better than the old niggas[Hook]Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitchOvercomin' the circumstances we hella richSince you all in my business, this what I tell a bitchIf you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with methis life on the edgeGreen dollars splurged all on embellishmentsMy fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas shitScoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shitSmash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edgeMiss America, petty thoughtsMiss America, petty thoughtsMiss America, petty thoughtsJust to floss pay any and every costHeavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands outI about dollars or about change?I about knowledge or about brains?Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain[Verse 2]Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grieversHe played the corner like Revishe should've had better defenseThat's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it getsRap game changed, this is embarrassing shitBunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shitI was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shitmoving careless as shitIn a city where niggas really don't care who they hitWho the fuck was I?Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the other sideOf the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows atNo brains on a nigga but they'll air your backFuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crackI won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hatI'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craftI'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag[Hook][Outro]They don't feel my painThey'll never feel my painAnd they'll never play this shit on the radio
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[Intro]
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people
over 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
[Verse 1]
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
[Hook]
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 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
I about dollars or about change?
I about knowledge or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain
[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
[Outro]
They don't feel my pain
They'll never feel my pain
And they'll never play this shit on the radio
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