J. Cole - Miss America Reprise lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole] Sometimes you rip straight through (I told you how we was gon’ do it) And sometimes you just love rappin’ this sh** so much you just (Drama I told you how we was gon’ do it) You just like “f** it” let me get that sh** again God, please forgive us [Verse: J. Cole] 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 k**in’ n***as’ll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets Rap game changed, this is embarra**ing sh** Bunch of b**hes posin’ on some old Miss America sh** I was a wilder n***a, back on my therapist sh** Moving careless as sh** In a city where n***as really don’t care who they hit Who the f** was I? Just a young little n***a tryin’ to see the other side Of the railroad tracks, where the scarecrows at No brains on a n***a 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 pa** your cla**es, I’mma learn your craft I’mma f** 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 motherf**in’ brother’s so bad And I was in the third grade first time I skipped cla** Whoa! Switch topics, look, my b**h tropic Stack so thick to fit need six pockets Smash whole clicks, 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 n***as not prepared, no preparation This is dedication Slit your f**in’ throat and blame it on my medication Illuminati meeting, showed up late and met a Mason Who saw me and a**ured me that there was no better nation For, crooks and thieves, looks deceive They throw The Book at n***as with no books to read See, there I go, every time I try to stunt Can’t help but kick the real sh** Man, why I even front? Maybe ‘cause that’s all you little n***as ever want But I’mma change the game See you in a couple months, boy [Outro: DJ Drama] 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