Artist: J. Cole Album: Born Sinner Song: Miss America Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com [Intro - J. Cole - talking] (Sample from John F. Kennedy's Inaugural Address) 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 - J. Cole] Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars All my niggaz 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 Niggaz 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 niggaz holdin Desert Eagles like they Rambo Pumpin my shit, always wonder why they fuck with my shit I hope it's about the knowledge, not about who's suckin my dick But oh well, I'm gonna 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 niggaz [Break - J. Cole] - w/ ad libs 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" Bring dollars, splurged all on embellishments My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit Scoopin hoes at the party, some Cinderella shit Smash for the hell of it, livin life on the edge [Chorus - J. Cole] - w/ ad libs (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 [Verse 2 - J. Cole] 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 Niggaz that swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets Rap game changed, this is embarrassin shit Bunch of bitches posin on some old Miss America shit I was a wilder nigga back on my Therapist shit Movin careless as shit, in a city where niggaz 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 them niggaz 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'm a pass your classes, I'm a learn your craft I'm a fuck your daughters, I'm a burn your flag [Break] - w/ ad libs [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Outro - J. Cole - talking] They don't feel my pain They'll never feel my pain And they'll never play this shit on the radio