MIDDLE CHILD Chords by J. Cole

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_ [Ab] _ [D] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ _ I'm counting [G] my bullets, [Eb] I'm loading my clips, I'm writing down names, [D] I'm making a list,
[Ab] I'm checking it twice and [Cm] I'm getting them hit, The real ones been dying, the fake ones
is lit, The game [G] is off balance, I'm back on [Ab] my shit, The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers
is dirty, But that's how I like it, [Cm] you all on my dick, I'm all in my bag, it's hard as
it get, [G] I do not throw powder, I might take a sip, I might hit [Ab] the blunt, but I'm liable
to trip, I ain't popping no pill, but [Gm] you do as you wish, I roll with [Cm] some fiends, I
love them to death, I got a [G] few mil, but not all of them rich, What good is [Ab] the bread
if my niggas is bloat, What good is first class [F] if my niggas can't shit, That's my [Cm] next
mission, that's why I can't quit, Just like [D] LeBron, give my niggas more chips, Just [Ab] put
the Rollie right back on my wrist, This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift, Back
[Cm] when the rap game was praying, I dissed, To act [Gm] like two legends cannot co-exist, But
I [Ab] never beef with a nigga for nothing, If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' [Fm] be legit, It won't
[Cm] be for clout, it won't be for fame, It won't be cause my shit ain't selling the same, It
won't [Ab] be to sell you my latest, no sneakers, It won't be cause some niggas slid [Cm] in my lane,
Everything grows, it's death in the chains, I love [Eb] you lil niggas, I'm glad that you came,
I hope [Ab] that you scrape every dollar you gain, I hope you know money won't [Eb] erase the pain,
To the OG's, I'm thanking you now, Was [G] watching you when you was taping the ground, I [Ab] copied
your cadence, I mirrored your style, I studied the greats, [F] I'm the greatest right [Gm] now, Fuck
if you feel [G] me, you ain't got a choice, I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise, This
shit [C] gon' be different, I set my intentions, I promise to slap all that hate out your voice,
[Cm] Niggas been counting me out, I'm [G] counting my [Ab] bullets, I'm 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 real
[Cm] ones been dying, the fake ones is lit, The gamers are balanced, I'm back [Eb] on my shit,
The [Ab] Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty, But that's how I like [Cm] it, you all on my dick,
_ _ _ [G] I just poured something in my [Ab] cup, _ _ [Bb] I've been wanting something [Cm] I can feel,
_ [G] Promise I am never [Ab] letting up, _ _ [F] Money ain't your problem, [Cm] make you live,
_ _ [Gm] Foot is [Eb] on they neck, I got them [Ab] stuck, _ _ [Bb] I'ma give them something [Cm] they can feel,
_ _ Fit ain't [C] bout to swat, don't give a fuck, _ _ [Gm] Pistol in your hand, I'm dead in the middle,
Two generations, [G] I'm little bro and big bro all at once, [C] Just left the lab with young 21 savage,
I'm bout to go on me jigga for [Gm] lunch, Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak,
Reminded me of young niggas from Phil's, [C] Straight out the project, no faking, just honest,
I wish that [G] he had more guidance for [Gm] real, Too many niggas in cycle of jail,
Spending they [G] birthdays inside of a cell, We [Eb] coming from a long bloodline of trauma,
We raised by our [Gm] mommas, Lord we got to heal, We hurting our sisters, the babies is real,
We killing our brothers, they [Ab] poison the well, To store the self image, we settle the fare,
I'ma make sure that the [G] real gon prevail,
[Cm] I _ _ _ just [D] poured something [Ab] in my cup, _ _ [Bb] I've been wanting something [Cm] I can feel,
_ [Gm] Promise [N] I am never _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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