作曲 : Brook Dekker/Jermaine Cole 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
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get oscars All my *****s is mobsters, all my *****es is doctors Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg So talk *******t and taste the tip of the Mossberg Don't trip *****, they just words Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs *****s 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 *****s holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo Bumpin' my *******t, always wondered why they ***** with my *******t I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my d-ck 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 *****, yeah I know ***** Only young ***** do it better than the old *****s Took chances, slow dance with the devil ***** Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, ***** If you ain't ***** with me, don't ***** with me, this life on the edge Green dollars splurged all on embellishments My fellow*******p paid, don't need to cop my fellas sh-it Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella *******t 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' *****s'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets Rap game changed, this is embarrassing *******t Bunch of *****es posin' on some old Miss America *******t I was a wilder ***** back on my therapist *******t, moving careless as *******t In a city where *****s really don't care who they hit Who the ***** was I? Just a young little ***** tryin' to see the other side Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at No brains on a ***** but they'll air your back ***** 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 ***** your daughters, I'mma burn your flag Took chances, slow dance with the devil ***** Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, ***** If you ain't ***** with me, don't ***** with me, this life on the edge Green dollars splurged all on embellishments My fellow*******p paid, don't need to cop my fellas *******t Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella *******t 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 *******t on the radio
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Brook Dekker/Jermaine Cole [00:02.23]This is a public service announcement! [00:03.30]Brought to you by the good people at Dreamville Records [00:06.78]And so my fellow americans [00:09.78]Ask not what your country can do for you [00:14.71]Ask what you can do for your country [00:17.27]Excuse me [00:18.95] [00:22.70]Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get oscars [00:25.26]All my *****s is mobsters, all my *****es is doctors [00:28.00]Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg [00:31.06]So talk *******t and taste the tip of the Mossberg [00:33.94]Don't trip *****, they just words [00:36.81]Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs [00:39.42]*****s don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse [00:42.24]Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church [00:44.66]Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo [00:46.47]And little *****s holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo [00:49.78]Bumpin' my *******t, always wondered why they ***** with my *******t [00:53.03]I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my d-ck [00:56.01]But oh well, I'm gon' sell like I had no bail [00:58.45]For my chain and my piece I should've won Nobel [01:01.51]Ill, boy you cold *****, yeah I know ***** [01:04.94]Only young ***** do it better than the old *****s [01:07.77]Took chances, slow dance with the devil ***** [01:10.50]Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich [01:13.13]Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, ***** [01:16.00]If you ain't ***** with me, don't ***** with me, this life on the edge [01:19.11]Green dollars splurged all on embellishments [01:21.42]My fellow*******p paid, don't need to cop my fellas sh-it [01:24.23]Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella *******t [01:26.92]Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge [01:30.41]Miss America, petty thoughts [01:33.03]Miss America, petty thoughts [01:35.28]Miss America, petty thoughts [01:38.08]Just to floss pay any and every cost [01:41.14]Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out [01:44.45]Am I about dollars or about change? [01:46.63]Am I about knowledge or about brains? [01:49.44]Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain [01:52.37]Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers [01:54.56]He played the corner like Revis he should've had better defense [01:57.30]That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin' [02:00.42]*****s'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets [02:03.17]Rap game changed, this is embarrassing *******t [02:05.85]Bunch of *****es posin' on some old Miss America *******t [02:08.66]I was a wilder ***** back on my therapist *******t, moving careless as *******t [02:12.54]In a city where *****s really don't care who they hit [02:15.96]Who the ***** was I? [02:17.10]Just a young little ***** tryin' to see the other side [02:19.66]Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at [02:22.28]No brains on a ***** but they'll air your back [02:25.09]***** the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack [02:27.90]I won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hat [02:30.58]I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft [02:33.46]I'mma ***** your daughters, I'mma burn your flag [02:37.20]Took chances, slow dance with the devil ***** [02:39.63]Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich [02:42.31]Since you all in my business, this what I tell 'em, ***** [02:45.19]If you ain't ***** with me, don't ***** with me, this life on the edge [02:48.37]Green dollars splurged all on embellishments [02:50.18]My fellow*******p paid, don't need to cop my fellas *******t [02:53.42]Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella *******t [02:56.23]Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge [02:59.54]Miss America, petty thoughts [03:01.97]Miss America, petty thoughts [03:04.59]Miss America, petty thoughts [03:07.40]Just to floss pay any and every cost [03:10.13]Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out [03:13.68]Am I about dollars or about change? [03:16.55]Am I about knowledge or about brains? [03:18.80]Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain [03:22.54]They don't feel my pain [03:25.10] [03:26.05]They'll never feel my pain [03:27.29] [03:29.97]And they'll never play this *******t on the radio
