Middle Child

Album: Yet to be titled (2019)
Charted: 9 4
  • 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

    (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) Writer/s: Jermaine Cole, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams, Allan Felder, Norman Harris
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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