Miss America
J. Cole Lyrics


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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'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma 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

Overall Meaning

The first few lines of J. Cole's "Miss America" contain a sample from John F. Kennedy's inaugural address in 1961. The line “Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country” reveals how the song is a kind of public service announcement about Cole's view on America. The rapper expresses his frustration with old hip-hop values that have been passed on to younger generations. He sees a new breed of rappers who are glorifying violence and chauvinism instead of preaching knowledge and inner strength, which is what J. Cole preaches.


Cole’s first verse represents a warning to those who would mess with him, telling them that while he doesn’t plan to pull the trigger, he is not afraid to defend himself. He also takes some shots at gangsters and corrupt pastors, highlighting the negative impact of the institutionalized church on the Black community. Cole’s main point in the first verse is that he is more than just a rapper; he is a social commentator, and through his work, he aims to educate and inspire.


In the second verse, Cole talks about the importance of self-preservation and focusing on one’s own priorities. He emphasizes that he doesn’t care about what people think of him, and his lyrics are aimed at enlightening listeners who are prepared to receive his message. Cole also tackles the issue of capitalism vs. altruism, wondering if he is chasing money or social change. Overall, "Miss America" is a reflection of J. Cole's discontent with the current state of the genre and his desire to make a positive impact with his music.


Line by Line Meaning

This is a public service announcement
Announcement sponsored by Dreamville Records


"And so my fellow Americans Ask not what your country can do for you Ask what you can do for your country"
Quoting JFK's iconic speech, Cole calls for people to be proactive.


Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
Get ready to make a statement.


All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
His circle of friends includes people with diverse backgrounds and personalities.


Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg So talk shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
People who underestimate him will face consequences.


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
People do not understand or listen to him until it's too late.


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
Churches and pastors exploit poor people's faith, leaving them broke and vulnerable.


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
He wants his music to be appreciated for its content, not just because of his reputation.


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
He is confident in his abilities and will be successful despite critics.


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
He took risks and succeeded, and if someone isn't adding value to his life, they should stay out of it.


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
He doesn't need material possessions to prove himself, and he enjoys life without regard for consequences.


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
People who strive to be Miss America are simply showing off/exploiting themselves for attention and money. He questions his own motives and wonders if others understand his struggles.


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
He has no empathy for those who put themselves in dangerous situations, and he sees himself as part of an elite/rare group of talented people.


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
He criticizes the rap industry for promoting fake, superficial people. He reflects on his past experiences and how he used to act recklessly.


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
He reflects on his past self, and how growing up in a rough area made him act without thinking.


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
He won't succumb to societal pressures, and he will pursue his own path. He also has a rebellious attitude towards authority figures and government symbols.


They don't feel my pain They'll never feel my pain And they'll never play this shit on the radio
He feels misunderstood and that people can't relate to his struggles, and he expects mainstream media won't play his music.




Lyrics © Budde Music Publishing GmbH, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BROOKLN DEKKER, JERMAINE L. COLE

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Tavon ThaTruth

Hardest track on the album, yet so underrated at the same time. This is why I can't take these J Cole critics who say his music is boring and depressing seriously.

Zeus Thundah

I remember my boy saying j cole was a lil bit boring

kevin chetty

Watch how Eminem talk about people critique J Cole on Middle Child. Even the greatest rappers include Cole as 1 of the greatest.

Brynn Olson

J cole is in my list of greatest rappers. His music is just incredible.

mamba

"Depressing" music is the best.

Music is the expression of emotion.

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Joe Moore

My favorite part is when he says "Am I about dollars, or about change?" That is DEEP.

YuK x Reaper

maybe too deep, for most peoples brains, that's the same with the WHOLE verse he says, "am I bout DOLLARS or bout CHANGE, m I bout KNOWLEDGE or bout BRAINS (gettin head), FREEDOM or BIG CHAINS" y'all don't feel his pain

YuK x Reaper

chains as in, jewelry, the unnecessary fashion, that we take money out of the bank to purchase, at that point, debts could get stacked to the roof, (now, here comes one of another Coles amazing 2 meaning homophone) now, those chains would be considered, SLAVE chains, as in, slaves to the bank, we're workin for THEIR money now, which is what he meant in the first place. Now listen to "chaining day" by him, n focus on the verse "image is everything, I see it got a lot to do-with the way... n if a hater snatch a chain I bet IT STILL WOULDN'T FREE YOU". ps why am I putting this comment below your comment lol, I should have created a new comment.

YC

😂😂😂 you can't be serious

A.c. Clarke

Joe Moore this song is hard

😀😀

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