Middle Child
[00:03.15] You good, T-Minus?
[00:04.66] Niggas been countin' me out
[00:05.89] I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips
[00:06.68] I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
[00:08.88] I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit
[00:10.14] The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
[00:11.15] The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit
[00:12.40] The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
[00:13.15] But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
[00:14.43] I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get
[00:15.41] I do not snort powder, I might take a sip
[00:15.66] I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
[00:16.16] I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish
[00:17.15] I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death
[00:17.65] I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
[00:18.64] What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
[00:19.65] What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
[00:19.90] That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit
[00:20.89] Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips
[00:21.40] Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
[00:21.89] This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
[00:22.91] Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
[00:23.15] They act like two legends cannot coexist
[00:24.14] But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin'
[00:25.40] If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit
[00:25.91] It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame
[00:26.41] It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same
[00:33.64] It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
[00:34.40] It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
[00:35.65] Everything grows, it's destined to change
[00:36.16] I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
[00:36.65] I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
[00:38.66] To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now
[00:39.65] I hope you know money won't erase the pain
[00:44.41] Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
[00:44.90] I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
[00:45.41] I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
[00:46.15] Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
[00:46.63] Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
[00:47.15] This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
[00:48.17] I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[00:48.40] Niggas been countin' me out
[00:49.41] I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
[00:49.64] I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
[00:52.17] I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
[00:52.65] The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
[00:53.15] The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit
[00:00.00] The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
[00:00.00] But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
[00:00.00] I just poured somethin' in my cup
[00:00.00] I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
[00:00.00] Promise I am never lettin' up
[00:00.00] Money in your palm don't make you real
[00:00.00] Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
[00:00.00] I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
[00:00.00] If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
[00:00.00] Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[00:00.00] I'm dead in the middle of two generations
[00:00.00] I'm little bro and big bro all at once
[00:00.00] Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
[00:00.00] I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
[00:00.00] Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak
[00:00.00] Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville
[00:00.00] Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest
[00:00.00] I wish that he had more guidance, for real
[00:00.00] Too many niggas in cycle of jail
[00:00.00] Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
[00:00.00] We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
[00:00.00] We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
[00:00.00] We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
[00:00.00] We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
[00:00.00] Distorted self image, we set up to fail
[00:00.00] I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga
[00:00.00] I just poured somethin' in my cup
[00:00.00] I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
[00:00.00] Promise I am never lettin' up
[00:00.00] Money in your palm don't make you real
[00:00.00] Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
[00:00.00] I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
[00:00.00] If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
[00:00.00] Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[00:00.00] Money in your palm don't make you real
[00:00.00] Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[00:00.00] Money in your palm don't make you real
