Middle Child Chords by J. Cole

[Cm] We're good, T-Mask?.
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[Eb] [D] [Ab] .
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[Cm] [G] .
[Eb] [D] My niggas is [Ab] dope, we're good as first class and my [Eb] niggas can't shit.
[Cm] That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit.
Just [Gm] like LeBron, give my niggas more chips.
[Ab] Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist.
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift.
[Cm] Back when the rap game was praying, I dissed.
To act like two legends cannot [Ab] coexist.
But I never beef with a nigga for nothing.
If I smoke a [Fm] rapper, it's gon' be legit.
It [Cm] won't be for clout, it won't be for fame.
It won't be cause my shit ain't selling the same.
It [Ab] won't be to sell you my latest lil sneakers.
It won't be cause [Cm] some niggas slid in my lane.
Everything grows, it's destined to change.
I love you lil [Ab] niggas, I'm glad that you came.
I hope that you scrape every dollar you gain.
I hope you know money won't [Eb] erase the pain.
To the OGs, I'm thanking you now.
Was watching you when you was saving the crown.
I [Abm] copied your cadence, I mirrored your style.
I studied the [Eb] greats, I'm the greatest right now.
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice.
I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise.
This [Ab] shit gon' be different, I set my intentions.
I [Fm] promise to slap all that hate out your voice.
[Cm] Niggas been counting me out, I'm [G] counting my bullets.
I'm [Ab] loading my clips, I'm writing them names.
I'm making a list, I'm checking it twice.
And I'm getting them hit, the [Cm] real ones been dying.
The fake ones was lit, the [G] gamers are balanced.
I'm back on my shit, the Bentley is dirty.
My [Ab] sneakers is dirty, but [Cm] that's how I like it.
You all on my dick.
[G] I just poured something in my cup.
[Ab] [Bb] I've been wanting something [Cm] I can feel.
Promise [Gm] I am never letting up.
[Ab] [Ebm] [F] Money ain't your problem, [Cm] make you real.
Foot is on they [Ab] neck, I got em stuck.
[Gm] I'm giving something [Cm] they can feel.
Better aim out the squad and [Ab] give a fuck.
[Gm] Pistol in your head, no meds in your .
I'm dead in the middle of two generations.
[A] I'm little bro and big bro all at once.
[Ab] Just left the lab with young 21 Savage.
I'm about to [F] go on me jigger for [Gm] lunch.
Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak.
Reminded me of young niggas from Phil's.
[Ab] Straight out the project, no faking, just honest.
I wish that he had more guidance for [Gm] real.
Too many niggas in cycle of jail.
Spending they birthdays [Eb] inside of a cell.
[Ab] We coming from a long bloodline of trauma.
We raised by our [Eb] mommas, Lord, we got it here.
We hurting our sisters, the babies is real.
We killing our brothers, they [Ab] poison the well.
Distorted self image, we set it to fail.
I'm gonna make sure that the real gonna prevail.
[Cm] Nigga, I just poured [Gm] something in my cup.
[Ab] [Bb] I've been wanting something [Cm] I can feel.
Promise I am never [Fm] letting up.
[Ab] [N] Money ain't your problem, [Cm] make you real.
Foot is on they neck, I got em [D] stuck.
[Ab] [Gm] I'm giving something [Cm] they can feel.
If it ain't bout this, why you give a fuck?.
[Db] [Ab] Pistol in [Gm] your hand, [C] I'll make you real.
[Eb] [Abm] [Eb] .
[Cm] [G] .
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