Lyrics Miss America - MoneSv

Load the clip in the chopper
I flip the script and went hard
If you a star then you shot
Told Mr good bout the bars
I hope for dollars and commas
The sickest nigga from start
The doctors can't make a product
They charging me for a cough

The prodigy tho I'm broker than probably every heart
They fouling me niggas know ain't counted me out I ball
On budgets it's no discussing elastic
My pockets nothing
My flow is really ugly
But here's a prettier subject

This nigga harder than metal
Had done sped up every quote
Coldest nigga been through hell
I had the devil wearing coats
I'ts funny use to bummy
But them hoes still love me
I'm lucky ain't too much money
Just a dollar for the longest
But my dreams still hungry
They hate it to smell hunger
I'm knowing them jails want us
Won't cell gone sell
Like a nigga had no bail
I'm breaking peaces for my niggas
Nobel couldn't believe it
The mail coming the reaper
He failed I'm steady singing man

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

That's how You feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'
thinking you it
Mone was dope before the drug dealers
Came up with no ceilings
Carter want a picture
Bunch of hoes in America
Won't never have a mrs
Niggas dissing
For attention
I'm just scrolling through the mentions
Never seen moneSv they knowing not diss me
Like IG I give the business
I'm too busy to be dissing
Barely had a pot piss in
Now I feel like I'm the shit

Man 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 f your daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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

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