Here Are the Lyrics to J. Cole’s ‘Middle Child’

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J. Cole launched his latest single "Middle Child" earlier this yr, and the monitor has thus far peaked at No. four on the Billboard Hot 100.

The single is ready to be included on Revenge of the Dreamers III, a compilation album distributed by his Dreamville Records imprint. The full venture is scheduled to be launched in April.

Check out the complete lyrics and video for "Middle Child" beneath:

You good, T-Minus?

N---as been countin' me out
I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' an inventory
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit
The actual ones been dyin', the pretend ones is lit
The recreation is off steadiness, I’m again on my shit
The Bentley is soiled, my sneakers is soiled
But that's how I prefer it, you all on my dick

I'm all in my bag, this tough because it get
I don't snort powder, I'd take a sip
I'd hit the blunt, however I'm liable to journey
I ain’t poppin' no capsule, however you do as you want
I roll with some fiends, I really like 'em to dying
I acquired a couple of mil' however not all of them wealthy
What good is the bread if my n---as is broke?
What good is top quality if my n---as can't sit?
That's my subsequent mission, that's why I can't stop
Just like LeBron, get my n---as extra chips
Just put the Rollie proper again on my wrist
This watch got here from Drizzy, he gave me a present
Back when the rap recreation was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends can not coexist
But I'd by no means beef with a n---a for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit
It received't be for clout, it received't be for fame
It received't be 'trigger my shit ain't sellin' the identical
It received't be to promote you my newest lil' sneakers
It received't be 'trigger some n---a slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to alter
I really like you lil' n---as, I'm glad that you simply got here
I hope that you simply scrape each greenback you may
I hope you realize cash received't erase the ache
To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now
Was watchin' you if you was pavin' the bottom
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your model
I studied the greats, I'm the best proper now
Fuck when you really feel me, you ain't acquired a alternative
Now I ain't do no promo, nonetheless made all that noise
This yr gon' be completely different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice

N---as been countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' an inventory
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The actual ones been dyin', the pretend ones is lit
The recreation is off steadiness, I'm again on my shit
The Bentley is soiled, my sneakers is soiled
But that's how I prefer it, you all on my dick

I simply poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can really feel
Promise I'm by no means lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you actual
Foot is on they neck, I acquired 'em caught
I'ma give 'em somethin' they'll really feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you actual

I'm useless in the course of two generations
I'm little bro and massive bro unexpectedly
Just left the lab with younger 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Had a protracted discuss with the younger n---a Kodak
Reminded me of younger n---as from 'Ville
Straight out the initiatives, no fakin', simply sincere
I want that he had extra steering, for actual
Too many n---as in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays within a cell
We coming from a protracted bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the infants as nicely
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the nicely
Distorted self picture, we set as much as fail
I'ma be sure that the actual gon' prevail, n---a

I simply poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can really feel
Promise I'm by no means lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you actual
Foot is on they neck, I acquired 'em caught
I'ma give 'em somethin' they'll really feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you actual

Money in your palm don't make you actual
Pistol in your hand don't make you actual
Money in your palm don't make you actual
 

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

Written by: Jermaine Cole