J. COLE - Middle Child Chords and Lyrics

This single was released on 23 January 2019.


Vocals: J. Cole ,
Producer(s): J. Cole , T-Minus,
Writer(s): J. Cole,

SongRating: 8.5/10

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Scale: C Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 124
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]

[Intro]
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You good, T-Minus?

[CHORUS]
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Niggas been countin' me out
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I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips
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I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
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I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit

Cm
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
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The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit
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The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
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But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
 
[VERSE 1]
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I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get
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I do not snort powder, I might take a sip
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I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
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I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish

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I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death
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I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
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What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
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What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?

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That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit
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Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips
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Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
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This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift

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Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
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They act like two legends cannot coexist
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But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin'
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If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit

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It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame
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It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same
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It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
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It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane

Cm
Everything grows, it's destined to change
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I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
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I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
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I hope you know money won't erase the pain

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To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now
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Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
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I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
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I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now

Cm
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
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Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
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This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
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I promise to slap all that hate out your voice

[CHORUS]
Cm
Niggas been countin' me out
Cm
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
Cm
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
Cm
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit

Cm
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
Cm
The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit
Cm
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
Cm
But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
 
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[CHORUS]
Cm
I just poured somethin' in my cup
Cm
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Cm
Promise I am never lettin' up
Cm
Money in your palm don't make you real

Cm
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
Cm
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
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If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
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Pistol in your hand don't make you real
 
[VERSE 2]
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I'm dead in the middle of two generations
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I'm little bro and big bro all at once
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Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
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I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch

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Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak
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Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville
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Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest
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I wish that he had more guidance, for real

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Too many niggas in cycle of jail
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Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
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We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
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We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal

Cm
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
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We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
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Distorted self image, we set up to fail
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I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga
 
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[CHORUS]
Cm
I just poured somethin' in my cup
Cm
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Cm
Promise I am never lettin' up
Cm
Money in your palm don't make you real

Cm
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
Cm
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
Cm
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Cm
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
 
[OUTRO]
Cm
Money in your palm don't make you real
Cm
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Cm
Money in your palm don't make you real

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