J. Cole - MIDDLE CHILD (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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J. Cole - MIDDLE CHILD (en) Lyrics
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
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
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