Artist: Dreamville f/ J. Cole Album: Revenge of the Dreamers III Song: Middle Child Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro] You good, T-Minus? [Interlude: J. Cole] Niggas been countin' me out, I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list, I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit The real ones been dyin', 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 [J. Cole] 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 poppin' 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 prayin' I'd diss, they act like two legends cannot coexist But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin', 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 sellin' 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 OGs, I'm thankin' you now, was watchin' you when you was pavin' 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 year gon' be different, I set my intentions, I promise to slap all that hate out your voice [Interlude] [Chorus: J. Cole] I just poured somethin' in my cup I've been wantin' somethin' I can feeeel 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 somethin' they can feeeel If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck Pistol in your hand don't make you real [J. Cole] 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 fakin', just honest, I wish that he had more guidance for real Too many niggas in cycle of jail, spendin they birthdays inside of a cell We comin from a long bloodline of trauma, we raised by our mommas, Lord we gotta heal We hurtin our sisters, the babies as well, we killin our brothers, they poisoned the well Distorted self image, we set up to fail, I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga [Chorus] [Outro: J. Cole] 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