J. Cole

"MIDDLE CHILD"

[Intro]
You good, T-Minus?

[Refrain]
n***as 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 sh*t
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my d**k


[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 n***as is broke?
What good is first class if my n***as can't sit?
That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit

Just like LeBron, get my n***as 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 n***a 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 sh*t ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some n***a slid in my lane

Everything grows, it's destined to change
I love you lil' n***as, 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

f**k 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

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