MIDDLE CHILD chords

Cm _ _ _ _ _ _ We're good, T-Mask.
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_ 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.
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