Miss America - Lib

Talk with your stupid tongue Are you scared you might be someone? Tell me what's on your mind I'll tell you what's on mine Move like the way you move (like the way you move) Do like the way you do (like the way you do) See like your eyes were free Who you wanna be? Who you wanna...? 'Cause I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy 'Cause I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy 'Cause I think that you're I think that you're fresher than fresh 150K, I'll invest Some pretty diamonds up on your neck Your neck, your neck, your neck You like me 'cause you like the feeling I like you for obvious reasons Let's pick it apart, then put it back together Better than ever I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy 'Cause I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy Crazy for you, yeah, yeah Oh-whoa, whoa-oh Crazy for you Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy Crazy for you, yeah Crazy for you

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 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 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 Am I about dollars or about change? Am I about knowledge or about brains? Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain 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'ma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft I'ma 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 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 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

It's all been said, it's all been done The war is over, the battle's won Sour grapes, sweet revenge Heaven starts right where hell ends She was young, seventeen She felt so soft she smelled so clean Her aim was true, her heart was pure... Until the day that her daddy walked out the door She's lookin for a man and so much more But her Uncle Sam sent him off to war And Little Miss America, in all of your glory She love the paparazzi, she's tryin to sell her story She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar? Desert sun, blazin sand Love in my heart, gun in my hand Lost a leg, killed a man In mortal combat, hand to hand Saw men killed, watched men die So many times that I can't cry It's been eighteen months since I've seen home... I get a purple heart, a good G.I. Loan They say God blesses every child with his own But we're all gonna die in the dark alone And Little Miss America, in all of your glory She love the paparazzi, she's tryin to sell her story She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar? Back at home, it's kind of strange Ain't nuttin happenin, ain't nuttin changed Same old rules, same old game Still I'm haunted by the names Of all the friends, left behind They weigh so heavy on my mind At night I miss goin out on patrol... The desert went and turned my warm heart cold And Little Miss America, in all of your glory She love the paparazzi, she's tryin to sell her story She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar? Where did you get the scar? Where did you get the scar? Where did you get the scar? Where did you get the scar? Where did you get the scar? Where did you get the scar?

We got it, we got it, we got what you need Break all the bread with nobody between Taking off on jets, burning kerosine That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline Putting in work we don't do it for free Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream And don't give a f- what they think about me Got a grand scheme, me and my team I got a whole plan to make it out You ain't never love us, you fake it now "F-" number zero, what I gave out Got a few zeroes in my account Got a few secrets I can't hand out Cause you a snake, can't be my mans now Ain't no dissin' I got fans now And you know I can't let a fan down I'm all over the place Can't even feel my face Almost went so insane But I gotta bounce back every day Don't got time but I do got a place If I got a Patek, gotta ice the face If I had ya b-, then I forgot her name So keep the past in the past, we got cash to make And a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought? Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross I shoot all my shots and get applause And I never even practice at all I feel just like Justin, have to ball Way too talented, we have to charge If you gang you pay just half the cost In the end, we all gotta go hard We got it, we got it, we got what you need Break all the bread with nobody between Taking off on jets, burning kerosine That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline Putting in work we don't do it for free Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream And don't give a f- what they think about me Got a grand scheme, me and my team In my bag like Silkin, got no time for regrets Fill my DM with b-, I leave you in my requests Had to trust my process, I been so impatient Prayers stay up, God bless, we living in Revelation Ain't got time to waste, give a time and place You can guarantee I'll be pull up on time Eighty times a day, s- on my phased ass haters with a couple of lines Staying focused up, for the both of us And anyone that's down to ride No one's cold as us, or as bold as us You cannot hang around my guys With a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought? Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross I shoot all my shots and get applause And I never even practice at all Never ever letting down my guard Swimming with the sharks till I kill Jaws I don't follow rules or any laws 'Cause In the end we all gotta go hard Gotta go hard Gotta go hard