J. Cole – MIDDLE CHILD

J. Cole – MIDDLE CHILD


♪ ♪ ♪ YOU GOOD, T-MINUS? ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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 YEAR GON’ BE DIFFERENT,
I SET MY INTENTIONS ♪ ♪ I PROMISE TO SLAP ALL
THAT HATE OUT YOUR VOICE ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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 ♪