Middle Child Lyrics - J. Cole

[Intro] 

You good, T-Minus? 

[Refrain] 

Niggas been countin' me out 

I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips 

I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list 

I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit 

The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit 

The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit 

The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty 

But that's how I like it, you all on my dick 

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[Verse 1] 

I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get 

I do not snort powder, I might take a sip 

I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip 

I ain't poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish 

I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death 

I got a few mil' but not all of them rich 

What good is the bread if my niggas is broke? 

What good is first class if my niggas can't sit? 

That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit 

Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips 

Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist 

This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift 

Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss 

They act like two legends cannot coexist 

But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin' 

If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit 

It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame 

It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same 

It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers 

It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane 

Everything grows, it's destined to change 

I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came 

I hope that you scrape every dollar you can 

I hope you know money won't erase the pain 

To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now 

Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground 

I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style 

I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now 

Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice 

Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise 

This shit gon' be different, I set my intentions 

I promise to slap all that hate out your voice 

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[Refrain] 

Niggas been countin' me out 

I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips 

I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list 

I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit 

The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit 

The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit 

The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty 

But that's how I like it, you all on my dick 

[Chorus] 

I just poured somethin' in my cup 

I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel 

Promise I am never lettin' up 

Money in your palm don't make you real 

Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck 

I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel 

If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck 

Pistol in your hand don't make you real 

[Verse 2] 

I'm dead in the middle of two generations 

I'm little bro and big bro all at once 

Just left the lab with young 21 Savage 

I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch 

Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak 

Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville 

Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest 

I wish that he had more guidance, for real 

Too many niggas in cycle of jail 

Spending they birthdays inside of a cell 

We coming from a long bloodline of trauma 

We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal 

We hurting our sisters, the babies as well 

We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well 

Distorted self image, we set up to fail 

I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga 

[Chorus] 

I just poured somethin' in my cup 

I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel 

Promise I am never lettin' up 

Money in your palm don't make you real 

Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck 

I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel 

If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck 

Pistol in your hand don't make you real 

[Outro] 

Money in your palm don't make you real 

Pistol in your hand don't make you real 

Money in your palm don't make you real