J. Cole - Miss America Reprise lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Miss America Reprise lyrics]
Sometimes you rip straight through
(I told you how we was gon’ do it)
And sometimes you just love rappin’ this
Shit so much you just
(Drama I told you how we was gon’ do it)
You just like "fuck it" let
Me get that shit again
God, please, forgive us
Yeah, 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 the scarecrows at
No brains on them niggas 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
Beware of the days when the first go last
And the last go first
Damn the past sure hurt
That’s why I hit the Henny in this flask
With my foot pressed heavy on this gas
Life is like a Brillo pad
Sometimes I sit and wish I had
The life that Willow had
Said I walk around mad ‘cause
I never see my dad and you wonder why my
Motherfuckin’ brother’s so bad
And I was in the third grade
First time I skipped class whoa!
Switch topics, look, my bitch tropic
Stack so thick to fit need six pockets
Smash whole cliques, so sick I get nauseous
Quick as pickpockets
Slick like Rick Fox’s hair
Diamond chain, yeah the Roc is here
You lean back like a rocking chair
You niggas not prepared, no preparation
This is dedication
Slit your fuckin’ throat and blame
It on my medication illuminati meeting
Showed up late and met a Mason
Who saw me and assured me that
There was no better nation
For, crooks and thieves, looks deceive
They throw The Book at niggas
With no books to read
See, there I go, every time I try to stunt
Can’t help but kick the real shit
Man, why I even front?
Maybe ‘cause that’s all you
Little niggas ever want
But, I’mma change the game
See you in a couple months, boy
Hopefully this here shows y’all somethin’
Dedication what’s ours, and what’s yours
You see the playing field was
Never really that even
We just let you play the game
But you dropped the ball cole World
Born sinner all the way
Drama you’re welcome
(I told you how we was gon’ do it)
And sometimes you just love rappin’ this
Shit so much you just
(Drama I told you how we was gon’ do it)
You just like "fuck it" let
Me get that shit again
God, please, forgive us
Yeah, 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 the scarecrows at
No brains on them niggas 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
Beware of the days when the first go last
And the last go first
Damn the past sure hurt
That’s why I hit the Henny in this flask
With my foot pressed heavy on this gas
Life is like a Brillo pad
Sometimes I sit and wish I had
The life that Willow had
Said I walk around mad ‘cause
I never see my dad and you wonder why my
Motherfuckin’ brother’s so bad
And I was in the third grade
First time I skipped class whoa!
Switch topics, look, my bitch tropic
Stack so thick to fit need six pockets
Smash whole cliques, so sick I get nauseous
Quick as pickpockets
Slick like Rick Fox’s hair
Diamond chain, yeah the Roc is here
You lean back like a rocking chair
You niggas not prepared, no preparation
This is dedication
Slit your fuckin’ throat and blame
It on my medication illuminati meeting
Showed up late and met a Mason
Who saw me and assured me that
There was no better nation
For, crooks and thieves, looks deceive
They throw The Book at niggas
With no books to read
See, there I go, every time I try to stunt
Can’t help but kick the real shit
Man, why I even front?
Maybe ‘cause that’s all you
Little niggas ever want
But, I’mma change the game
See you in a couple months, boy
Hopefully this here shows y’all somethin’
Dedication what’s ours, and what’s yours
You see the playing field was
Never really that even
We just let you play the game
But you dropped the ball cole World
Born sinner all the way
Drama you’re welcome