J. Cole – MIDDLE CHILD

J. Cole – MIDDLE CHILD


♪ ♪ ♪ 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 ♪

100 thoughts on “J. Cole – MIDDLE CHILD”

  • This is the realest song. J Cole has always been a beast. It's sad that he's not bigger than he is. This man deserves so much respect. I also can't believe there are 31k people out there that can't understand the meaning and truth of this song. This is one of the greatest rap songs I've heard in a long time. God bless J, keep doing your thing.

  • How u the greatest if u scared to feature Kendrick knowing he will body ur weak flow πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ that’s why I bodied u on this beat bitch https://www.instagram.com/p/B1r_FHEjs0q/?igshid=kd1p40jzbsil

  • J cole > Drake, Lil Wayne, Joe Budden, and everyone else. Kendrick, Biggie, Tupac, Nas, Jay Z only 5 I see in the same world

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  • Ur so cool😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

  • Looking at y'all's comments I just like to say that if you have a set of balls you should never say "bruh" or "brah" but if you do….you can suck a dick pussy ass bitch

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  • Legit, the only rapper that ain't sold out.. TI, all them ain't make no good music no more and they played out.. Goes to show when people talk about how real they are it don't take much to show just how fake they really are.

  • When you copy the mumble rappers to keep your career alive. This shut sound alike utter shit for real. Jcol, you're trash, go back to your old roots not this mumble rap bullshut.

  • Niggas been counting me out
    I'm counting my bullets
    I'm loading my clips
    I'm writing down names
    I'm making a list
    I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
    The real ones been dying
    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 powderΒ 
    I might take a sip
    I might hit the blunt
    But I'm liable to trip
    I ain't popping no pill
    But you do as you wish
    I roll with some fiends
    I love 'em to death
    I got a few mil'Β 
    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 praying I'd diss
    They act like two legends cannot coexist
    But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothing
    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 selling 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 OG's
    I'm thanking you now
    Was watching you when you was paving 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 shit gon' be different
    I set my intentions
    I promise to slap all that hate out your voice

    Niggas been counting me out
    I'm counting my bullets
    I'm loading my clips
    I'm writing down names
    I'm making a list
    I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
    The real ones been dying
    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 something in my cup
    I've been wanting something 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 something 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 faking, 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 something in my cup
    I've been wanting something 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 something they can feel
    If it ain't 'bout the squad
    Don't give a fuck
    Pistol in your hand don't make you real

  • princes riitinha says:

    You good, T-Minus?

    Niggas been counting me out
    I'm counting my bullets
    I'm loading my clips
    I'm writing down names
    I'm making a list
    I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
    The real ones been dying
    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 popping 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 praying I'd diss
    They act like two legends cannot coexist
    But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothing
    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 selling 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 OG's
    I'm thanking you now
    Was watching you when you was paving 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 shit gon' be different
    I set my intentions
    I promise to slap all that hate out your voice

    Niggas been counting me out
    I'm counting my bullets
    I'm loading my clips
    I'm writing down names
    I'm making a list
    I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
    The real ones been dying
    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 something in my cup
    I've been wanting something 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 something 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 faking, 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 something in my cup
    I've been wanting something 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 something they can feel
    If it ain't 'bout the squad
    Don't give a fuck
    Pistol in your hand don't make you real

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