Lirik Lagu Middles child
– J cole
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
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
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