MIDDLE CHILD LYRICS

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

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Director: Mez
Creative Direction: Scott Lazer
Edited by: Roberta Spitz
Executive Producer: Candice Dragonas
Produced by: Daniel Yaro
Cinematography: Sing Howe Yam
Production Design: Greg Lang

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