Middle Child Song Lyrics by J. Cole
You good, T-Minus?
Niggas been countin’ me outI’m countin’ my bullets, I’m loadin’ my clipsI’m writin’ down names, I’m makin’ a listI’m checkin’ it twice and I’m gettin’ ’em hitThe real ones been dyin’, the fake ones is litThe game is off balance, I’m back on my shitThe Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirtyBut that’s how I like it, you all on my dick
I’m all in my bag, this hard as it getI do not snort powder, I might take a sipI might hit the blunt, but I’m liable to tripI ain’t poppin’ no pill, but you do as you wishI roll with some fiends, I love ’em to deathI got a few mil’ but not all of them richWhat 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 quitJust like LeBron, get my niggas more chipsJust put the Rollie right back on my wristThis watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a giftBack when the rap game was prayin’ I’d dissThey act like two legends cannot coexistBut 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 fameIt won’t be ’cause my shit ain’t sellin’ the sameIt won’t be to sell you my latest lil’ sneakersIt won’t be ’cause some nigga slid in my laneEverything grows, it’s destined to changeI love you lil’ niggas, I’m glad that you cameI hope that you scrape every dollar you canI hope you know money won’t erase the pain
To the OGs, I’m thankin’ you nowWas watchin’ you when you was pavin’ the groundI copied your cadence, I mirrored your styleI studied the greats, I’m the greatest right nowFuck if you feel me, you ain’t got a choiceNow I ain’t do no promo, still made all that noiseThis shit gon’ be different, I set my intentionsI promise to slap all that hate out your voice
Niggas been countin’ me outI’m countin’ my bullets, I’m loadin’ my clipsI’m writin’ down names, I’m makin’ a listI’m checkin’ it twice and I’m gettin’ ’em hitThe real ones been dyin’, the fake ones is litThe game is off balance, I’m back on my shitThe Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirtyBut that’s how I like it, you all on my dick
I just poured somethin’ in my cupI’ve been wantin’ somethin’ I can feelPromise I am never lettin’ upMoney in your palm don’t make you realFoot is on they neck, I got ’em stuckI’ma give ’em somethin’ they can feelIf it ain’t ’bout the squad, don’t give a fuckPistol in your hand don’t make you real
I’m dead in the middle of two generationsI’m little bro and big bro all at onceJust left the lab with young 21 SavageI’m ’bout to go and meet Jigga for lunchHad a long talk with the young nigga KodakReminded me of young niggas from ‘VilleStraight out the projects, no fakin’, just honestI wish that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in cycle of jailSpending they birthdays inside of a cellWe coming from a long bloodline of traumaWe raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta healWe hurting our sisters, the babies as wellWe killing our brothers, they poisoned the wellDistorted self image, we set up to failI’ma make sure that the real gon’ prevail, nigga
I just poured somethin’ in my cupI’ve been wantin’ somethin’ I can feelPromise I am never lettin’ upMoney in your palm don’t make you realFoot is on they neck, I got ’em stuckI’ma give ’em somethin’ they can feelIf it ain’t ’bout the squad, don’t give a fuckPistol in your hand don’t make you real
Money in your palm don’t make you realPistol in your hand don’t make you real
Money in your palm don’t make you real