Karaoké Middle Child J. Cole

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 'cos my shit ain't sellin' the same

It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers

It won't be 'cos 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 shit 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

Imma 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

Spendin' they birthdays inside of a cell

We comin' from a long bloodline of trauma

We raised by our mamas

Lord we gotta heal

We hurtin' our sisters

The babies as well

We killin' our brothers

They poisoned the well

Distorted self image

We set up to fail

Imma 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

Imma 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