Middle Child - J. Cole (lyrics) You good, T-Minus? Niggas been countin\u0027 me out I\u0027m countin\u0027 my bullets, I\u0027m loadin\u0027 my clips I\u0027m writin\u0027 down names, I\u0027m makin\u0027 a list I\u0027m checkin\u0027 it twice, and I\u0027m gettin\u0027 \u0027em hit The real ones been dyin\u0027, the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I\u0027m back on my shit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that\u0027s how I like it, you all on my dick I\u0027m 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\u0027m liable to trip I ain\u0027t poppin\u0027 no pill, but you do as you wish I roll with some fiends, I love \u0027em to death I got a few mil\u0027 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\u0027t sit? That\u0027s my next mission, that\u0027s why I can\u0027t 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\u0027 I\u0027d diss They act like two legends cannot coexist But I\u0027d never beef with a nigga for nothin\u0027 If I smoke a rapper, it\u0027s gon\u0027 be legit It won\u0027t be for clout, it won\u0027t be for fame It won\u0027t be \u0027cause my shit ain\u0027t sellin\u0027 the same It won\u0027t be to sell you my latest lil\u0027 sneakers It won\u0027t be \u0027cause some nigga slid in my lane Everything grows, it\u0027s destined to change I love you lil\u0027 niggas, I\u0027m glad that you came I hope that you scrape every dollar you can I hope you know money won\u0027t erase the pain To the OGs, I\u0027m thankin\u0027 you now Was watchin\u0027 you when you was pavin\u0027 the ground I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style I studied the greats, I\u0027m the greatest right now Fuck if you feel me, you ain\u0027t got a choice Now I ain\u0027t do no promo, still made all that noise This shit gon\u0027 be different, I set my intentions I promise to slap all that hate out your voice Niggas been countin\u0027 me out I\u0027m countin\u0027 my bullets, I\u0027m loadin\u0027 my clips I\u0027m writin\u0027 down names, I\u0027m makin\u0027 a list I\u0027m checkin\u0027 it twice, and I\u0027m gettin\u0027 \u0027em hit The real ones been dyin\u0027, the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I\u0027m back on my shit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that\u0027s how I like it, you all on my dick I just poured somethin\u0027 in my cup I\u0027ve been wantin\u0027 somethin\u0027 I can feel Promise I am never lettin\u0027 up Money in your palm don\u0027t make you real Foot is on they neck, I got \u0027em stuck I\u0027ma give \u0027em somethin\u0027 they can feel If it ain\u0027t \u0027bout the squad, don\u0027t give a fuck Pistol in your hand don\u0027t make you real I\u0027m dead in the middle of two generations I\u0027m little bro and big bro all at once Just left the lab with young 21 Savage I\u0027m \u0027bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak Reminded me of young niggas from \u0027Ville Straight out the projects, no fakin\u0027, 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\u0027ma make sure that the real gon\u0027 prevail, nigga I just poured somethin\u0027 in my cup I\u0027ve been wantin\u0027 somethin\u0027 I can feel Promise I am never lettin\u0027 up Money in your palm don\u0027t make you real Foot is on they neck, I got \u0027em stuck I\u0027ma give \u0027em somethin\u0027 they can feel If it ain\u0027t \u0027bout the squad, don\u0027t give a fuck Pistol in your hand don\u0027t make you real Money in your palm don\u0027t make you real Pistol in your hand don\u0027t make you real Money in your palm don\u0027t make you real