[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my n***** is mobsters, all my b****** is doctors
Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk s*** and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip n****, they just words
Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs
n***** 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***** holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
b**pin' my s***, always wondered why they f*** with my s***
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my d***
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 n****, yeah I know n****
Only young n**** do it better than the old n*****
[Hook]
Took chances, slow dance with the devil b****
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich
Since you all in my business, this what I tell a b****
If you ain't f*****' me, don't f*** with me, this life on the edge
Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas s***
Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella s***
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
[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'
n*****'ll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing s***
Bunch of b****** posin' on some old Miss America s***
I was a wilder n**** back on my therapist s***, moving careless as s***
In a city where n***** really don't care who they hit
Who the f*** was I?
Just a young little n**** tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at
No brains on a n**** but they'll air your back
f*** 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*** 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 s*** on the radio
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
[Verse 1]
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my n***** is mobsters, all my b****** is doctors
Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk s*** and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip n****, they just words
Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs
n***** 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***** holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
b**pin' my s***, always wondered why they f*** with my s***
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my d***
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 n****, yeah I know n****
Only young n**** do it better than the old n*****
[Hook]
Took chances, slow dance with the devil b****
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich
Since you all in my business, this what I tell a b****
If you ain't f*****' me, don't f*** with me, this life on the edge
Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas s***
Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella s***
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
[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'
n*****'ll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing s***
Bunch of b****** posin' on some old Miss America s***
I was a wilder n**** back on my therapist s***, moving careless as s***
In a city where n***** really don't care who they hit
Who the f*** was I?
Just a young little n**** tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at
No brains on a n**** but they'll air your back
f*** 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*** 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 s*** on the radio