Album Name

MIDDLE CHILD

Artist

J. Cole

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.01.23

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

MIDDLE 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
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