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Middle Child by J. Cole
Middle Child
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
Cm Ab Cm
[Refrain]
Cm
N****s been countin' me out
I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips
Ab
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
G Cm
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
Ab
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
[Verse 1]
Cm
I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get
I do not snort powder, I might take a sip
G Ab
I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
Bb
I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish
Cm
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
Ab
What good is the bread if my n****s is broke?
What good is first class if my n****s can't sit?
Bb Cm
That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my n****s more chips
Ab
Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
Bb
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Cm
Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
Ab
But I'd never beef with a n**** for nothin'
G
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit
Cm
It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame
Ab
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same
Ab
It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
Bb
It won't be 'cause some n**** slid in my lane
Cm
Everything grows, it's destined to change
I love you lil' n****s, I'm glad that you came
Ab
I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
Bb
I hope you know money won't erase the pain
Cm
To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
Ab
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Cm
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
Ab
This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
Ab Bb
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[Refrain]
Cm
N****s been countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
Ab
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
Cm
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit
C Ab
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
Cm
But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
Cm Cm
[Chorus]
Gm Ab
I just poured somethin' in my cup
Bb Cm
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Cm Ab
Promise I am never lettin' up
Bb Cm
Money in your palm don't make you real
G Ab
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
Bb Cm
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
Gm Ab
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Gm
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 2]
Cm
I'm dead in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at once
Ab
Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
Bb
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Gm
Had a long talk with the young n**** Kodak
Cm
Reminded me of young n****s from 'Ville
Ab
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest
Bb
I wish that he had more guidance, for real
Cm
Too many n****s in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
Ab
We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
Bb
We raised by our mamas, Lord, we gotta heal
Cm
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
Ab
Distorted self-image, we set up to fail
G
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, n****
Cm
[Chorus]
Ab
I just poured somethin' in my cup
Cm
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Ab
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Gm Ab
Promise I am never lettin' up
Bb Cm
Money in your palm don't make you real
G Ab
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
Gm Cm
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
Gm Ab
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Bb Gm
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Outro]
Ab
Money in your palm don't make you real
Bb Cm
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
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