“Middle Child” Lyrics

“Middle Child” Lyrics 

Middle Child is a song. This song was sung by America rapper J.Cole and written by J.Cole, Norman Harris, Allan Feldor, and Tyler Willians. The producers were J.Cole and Canadian hip-hop producer T- Minus. The song Middle child had been released on 23 January 2019. 

A music video was uploaded onto J. Cole’s official YouTube channel on 25 February 2019. This video was directed by Mez, Lut (Luther Nicholson), Oman (Damon Coleman) and Cozz (Cody Osagie). In Geprgia, this video was shot. 

 The song, Middle child reached at number 4 position on US Billboard Hot 100 and make the song J. Cole’s highest-charting song. This song also reached number 2 on the US Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Song chart. 

Singer: J. Cole 

Album: Revenge of the Dreamers III 

Songwriter(s): Allan Felder, Tyler Williams, Jermaine Cole and Norman Harris,  

Recorded: December 2018 

Studio: The Sheltuh, North Carolina and Raleigh,  

Released: January 23, 2019 

Length: 3:33 

Genre: Hip hop 

Label: Interscope, Dreamville, Roc Nation,  

Producer(s): T-Minus and J.Cole  

“Middle Child” Song Lyrics      

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 

That 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  

Anigga 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 

F*ck if you feel me 

You ain't got a choice 

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 f*ck 

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  

Along 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 f*ck 

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)